Wassssup
Had an interesting night out last night. The first half was spent with random people celebrating Mary's end of thesis. Turns out four other people there had also recently handed them in, and proved to be general hillarity by all.
I think I may have embarrassed my table, however, by my random observations about life expressed in my trademark loud voice. Apparently, the GPK at Chatswood is supposed to be a family restaurant... and they don't want to hear my feelings that "If you have two gay guys in a room, even if they are both hanressed and gagged in seperate corners... they will STILL find a way of exchanging semen".
Well, at least pikaporn found it amusing.
Went back to certifiedwaif's house, for much debauchery. The lights in the living room of spankyhouse don't work (which would probably attest to the last time THAT room was lived in), and it resulted in a candle lit orgy, where such topics as computer lecturer's sex lives, seventies porn and Jimmy's "massive cock" came up. The down point of the party, for me, was when I lost the end of my labret on their floor. The light meant that finding it was impossible. By the state of the floor, I'm not entirely sure that finding it would have made me want to put it anywhere near my mouth. Still, it was a great night.
Went and visited a rather stressed out panthagaria with certifiedwaif. She lives in the middle of nowhere, in a place forgoten by time and space, but at least her house is very confy. There, we corrected all the wrongs of the world, while sipping on illicit tea and contraband teacups. The main topic of conversation was gender. Ironically, I'm doing an essay on the femme fatale.
Anyways, here at uni, and completely and utterly exhausted. Trying to keep awake for dinner tonight. I've been spending too much money lately, which is an issue, since I don't get paid for a while. Stupid social commitments. Everytime I try and save, I invaroiusly blow it all on a night out. Sure, I enjoyed it, but once again, my bank account is not in the lower double digit range.
I think I may have embarrassed my table, however, by my random observations about life expressed in my trademark loud voice. Apparently, the GPK at Chatswood is supposed to be a family restaurant... and they don't want to hear my feelings that "If you have two gay guys in a room, even if they are both hanressed and gagged in seperate corners... they will STILL find a way of exchanging semen".
Well, at least pikaporn found it amusing.
Went back to certifiedwaif's house, for much debauchery. The lights in the living room of spankyhouse don't work (which would probably attest to the last time THAT room was lived in), and it resulted in a candle lit orgy, where such topics as computer lecturer's sex lives, seventies porn and Jimmy's "massive cock" came up. The down point of the party, for me, was when I lost the end of my labret on their floor. The light meant that finding it was impossible. By the state of the floor, I'm not entirely sure that finding it would have made me want to put it anywhere near my mouth. Still, it was a great night.
Went and visited a rather stressed out panthagaria with certifiedwaif. She lives in the middle of nowhere, in a place forgoten by time and space, but at least her house is very confy. There, we corrected all the wrongs of the world, while sipping on illicit tea and contraband teacups. The main topic of conversation was gender. Ironically, I'm doing an essay on the femme fatale.
Anyways, here at uni, and completely and utterly exhausted. Trying to keep awake for dinner tonight. I've been spending too much money lately, which is an issue, since I don't get paid for a while. Stupid social commitments. Everytime I try and save, I invaroiusly blow it all on a night out. Sure, I enjoyed it, but once again, my bank account is not in the lower double digit range.