Ok fuckfaces, as you might have noticed things are a little bit messy on this site-thing, but, whatever, it’ll be sorted soon enough. it’s kinda hard being me, you know. there’s lots goin’ on. seeing old friends everyday of the week is exhausting, however, next time a party must be thrown in my honor so i don’t have to get miserably soused every nite until 8am. i think i need a holiday from this holiday. you know what i realised? Hole are making a comeback. Well, at least they are in this Williamsburg, Brooklyn apartment.

Nitin likes to be 8 feet tall and spin around in his trillion-dollars-a-month-rent gallery and change his records every three seconds and say, “i think we should finish all this coke and then go to sleep.”

I also like to pretend i do heroin with Jamie’s diabetes syringes.

I’ve also been receiving asshole emails from this nigger character whom i won’t even link and/or say real handle of. doesn’t deserve the attention. he seems to be a big fan of negative attention. his writing is tedious at best and his, yawn, livejournal just doesn’t hold my attention for longer than three seconds.

urrrrg, you guys don’t need to read that crap on the left-hand sidebar anyway. this is a sign. i must fancy up a new site. yessum.

so this was last nite in point form:

-karaoke, blu lounge

- met up with laura petrie

-drinking begins

-singing begins

-stage-diving, limbo dancing, trash-talkin’, falling off chairs begins

-freestylin’ insulting everyone in the room acapella

-realise you are vastly intoxicated

-walk out of blu lounge trying to be all charming and impressive to the boys, bring your drink for the road, get laura petrie to stand watch on her skateboard while you barf all over the sidewalk beside a dumpster.

-try to walk back all non-chalant but really, you’re zigzagging tripping over your own feet. you are so sexy.

Jamie is less hung over than me so he already put up some pictures.