*wanders into house at about seven in the morning*
Mom: "Hi, where've you been?"
Me: "Sobering up so I could drive home?"
Mom: "Oh, well that's a good thing I guess. When did you get in?"
Me: "...now."
Mom: "Oh. If you see a half naked stranger wandering around, it's my friend Michael. Get some sleep."
Michael: *wanders in* "Hey, nice to meet you."
Me: "Ditto. Bye."

That is an approximation of the conversation that just happened to me.

A couple more things that Zoe really, really does not want to hear about.
SERIOUSLY ZOE, DON'T CLICK THE CUT. YOU DON'T WANT TO KNOW.



I have a new measure for how to judge if a party was good or not. If you find yourself trying to get ready to go and race the sun home and you have to stand in the living room and ask, "Does anyone know where my underwear are?", that is definitely a good party.

And in the realm of way TMI, I am so fucked out that, like, the entirety of bandom could walk up and fuck right in front of me and I'm not sure I could find the energy to join them. (I would, of course, film it though for later thorough enjoyment. And ask if they could pretty please do it again tomorrow.)

In slightly less pleasant news, I will not be wearing any tank tops for several days because I have so many bruises in inappropriate places that I can't remember who to yell at for all of them. Or any of them, actually. I was pretty distracted when I got most of them.



I'm going to sleep now. A lot.

From: [identity profile] punkbrad7.livejournal.com


Not to sound jealous of those of you that did enjoy yourselves...I think I'm done with parties over there. Aside from an occasional little bit of fun with a certain self-proclaimed straight boy (The one with the hair, not Cutter :P), and a really bad boyfriend, I've gotten almost nothing out of these things since I started going. :\

From: [identity profile] ladykittykatwku.livejournal.com


I in no way know how to handle this post XD.

I also in no way know how to handle the fact that you called me and told me to come to this party XD, I dunno whether to be flattered or scared ;).

Ilu! You should come see us sometime when we're not in wal-mart!

From: [identity profile] kaciagemini.livejournal.com


Flattered and scared, flattered and scared!
Ilu.

My girlfriend says we're not allowed to go to any more orgies, though. *pouts*

From: [identity profile] ladykittykatwku.livejournal.com


More scared XD

ilu2

And good for Jen, orgies are scary and worrisome. *smooches*

From: [identity profile] helenweird.livejournal.com

Orgy


screw jen. if you want to go to orgy go without her. have fun and thanks for calling me. you probably get more action without her interupting. i know live vicariously through you for i have slipped into the life of a stable married couple minus the actual married part. i would go with you if it weren't for jealous boyfriend. plus cici, you remember cici she says you can do better than jen and that we should all go clubbing so you and her can get me drunk and rape me. all for now loves you kt. helen
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