¦:¦5¦:¦ The night started out fashionably late: half an hour, no more, no less.

[hugh_jackman]

"Naomi Watts spends 4 000 USD on swing dancin' skirt, only to be interrupted by a mysterious 4am phonecall

Comments

[f_tavares]

I can't be arsed to say anything, I'm listening to Zappa.

[hugh_jackman]

You said that you hated Zappa last night. I am keeping your sunglasses forever, Fernanda, and there's nothing you can do about it.

Hahaha, he is so fucking ugly, I want to leave him a lewd comment.

[f_tavares]

Naomi fucking said she hated Zappa last night. I'll kill you! I will get them back if I have to pillage and burn and reap general havoc. I'll do it!

Do it. I hate him, gawd, why doesn't he just commit suicide already?

[hugh_jackman]

No, she said that he was tolerable and you threw a violent fit. I am wearing them right now and I will grind the gritty black lenses to dust under the heel of my boot if you give me anymore trouble.

No! But I should make a post in the beast about him once I've gotten some sleep. This is hour number 37 I think. Ungh.

[f_tavares]

I know what I said, and that was "hmm". Please, I was not trashed enough to forget all this. I don't believe a word you say.

That's it. Your silk thongs are going into the safe.

I'll check the beast as soon as you go to sleep.

[hugh_jackman]

Liar. You condemned her for listening to him. Face it, you were gone, Fernanda, gone.

NO! YOU CANNOT DO THIS TO ME! YOU HAVE A DATE WITH THE BLUE GUN, MISSY.

Well, how long will you be around tonight? I might post at like 1am.

[f_tavares]

But I love Zappa. What's wrong with you? Have you been sucking cocaine again?

Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

Not any longer than I was last night, who knows. When do you move out?

[hugh_jackman]

You are out of your mind. Yes, I've gotten into your stash again, Fernanda.

Die!

Whatever, I am not posting. I move out Thursday night. I hope that you are happy.

[f_tavares]

I do not accept.