Can't wait for 2006.
So isai's big fat party was last night. it was so much fun. i loved. i laughed. i enjoyed.
It was good to catch up with so many people i'm so used to seeing so infrequently.
and meeting some new ones.
i can't remember the last time i stayed up till 5 am "just talkin'". or then followed that up with 2 hours of ferverous making outtage. or enjoyed both so much without the assistance of something like ecstasy. or enjoyed both so much.
i discovered a new sleeping position and i think i'm in love.
it was so fun. no clothes coming off. no awkward morning. just fun. i can't wait till new year's. i hope it's not a total repeat of 2 years ago.... well... maybe i do, that was one badass new year's eve. just relationships spawning from e-[arties are obviously always a bad idea. wow... that's how long ago that was. the last year of my life was so fucked up and twisted that i just don't consider it real for some reason. everything prior to "the boobs" doesn't seem as long ago as it was. there's some void in my memeory that prevents me from acknowledging the existance of so much wrong. it's been over a year since hooking up with whatserboobs and if i went back 365 days and saw myself now i don't think i'd be surprised or upset by any means. it's a little weird. but anyone could've seen what happened coming. even i should've. bah. anywho....
i love seein Julia Cochring. she's fun party people. and always a class-act. i got several Cosmos spilled on my new AE track jacket last night and discovered the joy of Polyester when i was able to simply wipe all the offenses away with no trace of them ever existing. likewise with the cathair at home. my black hoodie comes out of the drier with such taintings, but i can roll in it in my new jacket and every strand will wipe off with one simple brush of myself. that and i just fkn look good in it. yay me.
bitches and hos.
i have to pick up sabby tomorrow at the airport at 11pm, Like what.
Erika is so much better with a K.
It was good to catch up with so many people i'm so used to seeing so infrequently.
and meeting some new ones.
i can't remember the last time i stayed up till 5 am "just talkin'". or then followed that up with 2 hours of ferverous making outtage. or enjoyed both so much without the assistance of something like ecstasy. or enjoyed both so much.
i discovered a new sleeping position and i think i'm in love.
it was so fun. no clothes coming off. no awkward morning. just fun. i can't wait till new year's. i hope it's not a total repeat of 2 years ago.... well... maybe i do, that was one badass new year's eve. just relationships spawning from e-[arties are obviously always a bad idea. wow... that's how long ago that was. the last year of my life was so fucked up and twisted that i just don't consider it real for some reason. everything prior to "the boobs" doesn't seem as long ago as it was. there's some void in my memeory that prevents me from acknowledging the existance of so much wrong. it's been over a year since hooking up with whatserboobs and if i went back 365 days and saw myself now i don't think i'd be surprised or upset by any means. it's a little weird. but anyone could've seen what happened coming. even i should've. bah. anywho....
i love seein Julia Cochring. she's fun party people. and always a class-act. i got several Cosmos spilled on my new AE track jacket last night and discovered the joy of Polyester when i was able to simply wipe all the offenses away with no trace of them ever existing. likewise with the cathair at home. my black hoodie comes out of the drier with such taintings, but i can roll in it in my new jacket and every strand will wipe off with one simple brush of myself. that and i just fkn look good in it. yay me.
bitches and hos.
i have to pick up sabby tomorrow at the airport at 11pm, Like what.
Erika is so much better with a K.