In honour of the new year, Eight!icon.  Because, as we know, Eight is all about New Years.  He's a slag who kisses Earth girls at midnight.  I hope you all had a lovely and enjoyable New Years, with or without kisses from Earth girls.  Or Time Lords.

As for myself, I (or rather we- my darling flatmate Berni and myself) had a party.  And it was a ( Read more... )

Today is my

~~BIRTHDAY~~

and so, on account of that, I think we should have a party.  Hells yes.  I hereby declare this a party post!  Whether you want to drag along a character or two of yours, or just yourself, whatever works. Either way, I shall be glad to have you, because this post feels like it's dreadfully boring at the moment, and that this ( Read more... )

I'm fucking drunk.  Wtf?  That is not something I do on a regular basis.  And I'm not even that drunk, just enough that, you know, my typing requires rather more backspace than usual, and flashing my tits at a couple of blokes I've only just met doesn't seem such a big deal.  Huh.

Well, it's enjoyable, I cannae fault it that.  I have had a damn good ( Read more... )

Which is rather unusual, given that I am quite by myself tonight.  I would not have it that way, but there we are.  At the moment, I want nothing more than to go out clubbing.  I want to party.  I feel so restless.  I want to go out and dance.  Just, dancing with masses and masses of people- the sweat and smell of it, with the thrum of music ( Read more... )

Ah.  So that's what a hangover feels like.  How... entirely unpleasant.

'You know me better than most.'

'Well, I dunno, I suppose-'

'You know me better than most because you pay attention.'

What a marvellous thing to hear, that.  And it is quite true, really; I watch and I observe and I soak things up.  I don't necessarily talk about it, but I do pay attention to most everything.  But, you know, one never expects the ( Read more... )

Having to call an ambulance for a friend who's just that fucking drunk= a rubbish way to end a party.  Having then to walk home in the freezing bloody cold, worrying about said friend and about the other friends- also all off their respective tits- who are there with him, having called the ambulance is not particularly enjoyable either.  The cold ( Read more... )

Sometimes it is just the thing a person needs to smoke a hookah and then proceed to drape oneself over the laps of attractive people and have them play with your hair.  Mmm.