It smells like burning...
So today was rather uneventful: woke up - got a book or two - went to sleep - woke up again. The monotony of my day soon ended once we (me n stace) landed in the middle of nowhere (mesa or chandler or gilbert somewhere off of SUPERSTION HWY dun dun dun) @ her cuz's lil shindig. Ya know people who are old enough to drink are a lot more fun in party situations. They lack the whole whoooo I'm drunk I'm such a rebel motif. So that is always a plus. It was a night filled with a table of alcohol, some girl scout cookies, cold pizza bc thats the best, card tricks, story time, and some pillow fighting. Of course there was some breakage of glass but the real gut pounding fun happened out back. A whole bottle of Everclear wasted on fire. Yes fire. Amazing fire blowing twins with a knack for burning themselves. It was quite a site...from hands to faces it was flaming body parts galore. The odd thing is though...all I could think of during this whole flesh burning ordeal was :: dangit i want a hamburger:: which poses the question...do I have cannibalistic tendencies? Hmmm I'll have to get back to you on that. Well I'm beat after tonights festivities so that means its time for me to pass out...