yet another night at yong shing
well, unfortunately the crowd tonight at yong shing was smaller than last, but depite it's unimpressive size, i still kept myself entertained watching mary cavorting around the dance floor singing her very artistic version of a spice girls song "if you want to be my lover..." or something like that. it was something to see, hard to describe in words really... my parents are coming home tomorrow after a week of partying in their absence. i'm sort of upset about this, as anyone would be, especially considering the stench of cigarettes lingering in my house right now, and niether of them smoke. i'm trying to mask the smell right now by burning a concoction of herbs adam gave me, but i think this might be a futile effort. the smell is enough to knock someone out. maybe i'll call jaun tomorrow, if i can't get ahold of joey... i'm not really sure, oh well... matt if you read this, you should come to joy asia with adam and i next week, adam says the crowd there is a little more entertaining. that's all i have to say at the moment, i'ts 2:02 and i think i need some sleep soon. adams father uses anal beeds with his boyfriend... the fecal juice left over from this activity apparently stains everything. oh, by the way karen, where the hell were you tonight! urgh, good night!