May 10, 2007 03:00
yes. its a party in the mtg office. me, carlos, dan, kathleen and elvie [the last two came back from Rhodes, so they're mildly drunk]. We've been dancing and gossiping the night away. This is what happens when you come to MIT. You learn to glean the joys of the moment while procrastinating a week before exams in the wee hours of the night.
elvie and i love sir michael caine. he is the man. carlos jizzed on kathleen. i mean, "i make you wet, kathleen. IN THE THIGH." dan: "I HAVE TO STUDY!!!!!" me: "elvie, i think you're going to have to take off your clothes..." but instead she writhes on the floor for me. sigh. Oh, she just flashed the keyboard. hot. elvie: "she's like a piece of chicken..." carlos: "I'm gonna wet your other thigh...it's like the rim of your thighs...it's like caviar!" OH NO CARLOS IS RAPING KATHLEEN carlos: "no she's just my oxygen mask...that'd be funny if you could take a breath for me!!! IT'S LIKE CPR!!!"
then dan went home. but we kept dancing. and started listening to company.
good night!