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if i was the type, i might be whining ' i am such a slut ' but im not. so i havent mentioned about it to anyone who has asked how was last night, did i go home and such. just didnt how to squeeze it in without it sounding like ' oh my god,' flaunting. you know. but i must say, it was bound to happen. anyone who didnt see it coming, is fucking blind.
the party was good. seriously, i was amused, a great deal. there was enough alcohol. and there was cigarettes to make me dizzy and stumble around drunkenly. its not the alcohol, its the nicotine. and i sat outside in my summer clothes for hours, freezing but not noticing it because of the state i was in. poured my heart out rambling about my past lovelife to teemu & laura at least, and even found someone to discuss the finess of manics with. its just too rare.
and there was disturbing arse dancing to 50 cent. and simon explaining how he is directly connected to cecilia's clit. at some point i started wrestling with ludde and ended up in a corner with my tongue down his throath and vice versa. and suddenly its like five in the morning and theres no point in going home anymore, so went to sleep or something on the sofa, wrapped in arms and woke up with hangovers, even moi. more tongueness and when people came back to the house to clean up, we left. cleaning up after something like that is just not good just got up and hungover.
there would be pictures of all this and more, but some idiot left the memory card of the digital camera at school. guess how many times i hit myself for that? oh well,___ this is what you get with (me + alcohol) + (people + alcohol)