oh dear
Oh yes. Liz and a feather boa... I might frame it.
That is a very busy weekend you had. It sounds like fun though.
So. much. fun.
Depeche was really just so fabulous. I wish I could relive last night a few more times. Sigh...
Need food now. Will suffer the indignities of putting on pants for the numminess of taquitos.
Will suffer the indignities of putting on pants for the numminess of taquitos.
"My taquitos!" - Gir.
Saw the Mega-Gir at the store tonight, but really wanted the smaller Gir action figure with the ride-able pig, or just the one with the dog suit.
Also, Dig the Gaz. It comes with Game Slave2 and Poop Soda.
"My taquitos!"
Heh.
There are no pretty boys in eyeliner prancing around me tonight. This is wrong.
Oh and I saw shoes last night that only JZ could pull off. I wanted to tell the woman but was told it might be considered rude.
Dig the Gaz.
I
t heart
Gaz.
I also have Sunday-night insomnia. Which I most emphatically do NOT
t heart
one bit.
GO TO SLEEP!
She's not doing it. Shout louder.
I'M TRYING!!!
It's still not working. Try poking her. I'd do it myself but, well, tacklehugged.
I pop into
Bitches,
and it's all dogsuits and billytea talking about poking people.
Yep. Same old same old.
Meanwhile, in one of those moments of glorious irony, it turns out that whereas
I
like talking/thinking about the Hot Boys shagging, in real life the Hot Boys who are shagging like talking about me. I know this because of the following remark from my friend K:
My friend K: "You know C does an excellent impression of you?"
Me: "???? Impressions of
me?"
Flatmate: "What about me?"
K: "Nah. But Fay's almost a charicateur of FABulousness. I remember when we were in bed and C was doing an impression of you, Fay, and then he said 'What
would
Fay think if she knew that I was lying nekkid in bed with you, having just shagged madly, with my peenie (sic) on your thigh, and talking about her?' And I told him 'I thinks she'd applaud.'"
Me: "!!!!!"