Prolly TMI But Ask Me If I Care
Seriously though, yesterday was HARD dear reader. With the crap weather, my epic hangover from the firm party and the unwelcomed visit from my Aunt Flo, it was like the perfect storm of wondering how I even got out of bed. I wanted to just crawl back home SO BAD. Blaaarrrgh.
The party was, once again a mix of too much fun and innappropriateness. God I love it. The one guy who is always ALL over me at these things was especially hilarious. He kept saying, I know some of your secrets, tell me one more. You KNOW I wanted to be all "I read bandom slash on the internet daily - let me tell you what that means." HA! He would've freaked the fuck out, I'm sure.
Then I met these other dudes from Chitown and I was all "OMG I love that place, it has Patrick Stump!" Then they said they didn't know who he or Fall Out Boy was. The mind, it boggled.