Current mood:	amused
Current music:	Siouxsie - Love in a Void

I know where to find my rock and roll!
Hello fruendlings, followers, fans, and fudgepackers! It's time for an update!

Last night was beautiful. Mainly because I was in it, but nevertheless, it was. I got together with some friends for "arts and crafts with friends night" at a friend's house. She is such a good friend. Anyway, we had paints, canvasses, some glue and shit, and liquor. Guess what we used the most of?

Now let me tell you how this shit went down.

Alright. I would change names to protect the innocent, but come on, these people are my friends, they are not innocent. And why the hell should I give them nicknames when I cannot change my LJ nickname for free? [give me money]

So the night started with the purchasing of the booze. Some creepy old man put his hand on my back and called me baby. And not in a good way. We don't have a picture of him for reasons everyone can surely understand. If I wanted to induce vomitting, I would just shove my fist down your throats. Anyway, we then proceeded to walk the 6 or so blocks to the house. Where I did this!

SIPPIN 40Z! If you make yo momma cry, I'll give you some of my St. Ides!
Enter the victim.

Okay, not really enter, he pretty much laid there like that all night, occasionally mumbling and smoking my cigarettes. You know what happens when you smoke more than half of my cigarettes?!?!


That's right bitch. You become a craft project. And this ain't no old lady latchhook.

Look at how nice my friend Nicole is, holding my hair back while I vandalize the victim, JOSH.

Vandalism is cool!
So after that, bizarrotron, John and Nicole relocated to the bathroom to take trashy photographs that you can view in his journal. And while they were doing that, I continued with the punishment.

LOVE ME FOOL! That's right. I was a little drunk, he was a little unconcious, but damn was he a good kisser. I've always been one to take advantage of the weakened state of mind. And vice versa on good nights.

That was pretty much the end of the evening. I walked the 8 or whatever blocks back home and forced bizarrotron to make rice. Alone. In the kitchen. Alone. In the dark. Utterly alone.

I love you. The end.