This weekend was nice.
Saturday we went to Cherokee Sinks. Intense sing-a-long sesh there and back. Poor Andy had a hole in his float though, and had to hold it the whole time while his toes got nibbled on by fish. Darby had a boob pop. And Amber got raped by a large log.
Last night was fun. The girls had people over, so it was only people we wanted to see. Unlike a party, where it's the whole town: pretentious fucks, petty immaturity, and all.
We played Twister, ate ice cream right out of the box, rode a miniature bicycle, danced to sweet jams, played dress-up with tu-tus, sparkly spandex, and golden mouse ears, laughed til it hurt, sexed with our clothes on, burned each other with cigarettes, and rode the stairs.
My boo leaves for India tomorrow. He better come back with all his appendages and not with any extra plagues or epidemics or infestations or pussy sores or bleeding orfices or diseased animals. Oh my goodness, three weeks is gonna kill me. Hopefully this kitten sleeping next to me will help pass the time.
Now I'm going to catch up on Harry Potter and pretend I'm fifteen. RAGEFEST 2k7.