I look like a band slut. Jules is in laladancecarebearland.

Princess Leia joined us this evening.

Busted. Photographers always give themselves away. These pics are by Chris Luckhardt thank you for capturing us :).

Kraftwerk voice, “we wur dringking fancy spaw wahter all night long.” That’s right Deeter.

Looks like Dance running club will be starting sooner this season than we originally thought.

Look I am waving to someone on my Toilet Time Talk Show.

Here you can barely see what is going on but if you highten the brightness on your monitors if you aren’t too busy then it should be fine. Here is another instance in where Jules and I had to bully some knowledge on to Bech about flash photography and beams. The flash was sucked up by the object you aimed it at, I saw it, I saw you girl, I saw that red fuckin beam aimed at the wall stupid.

See there you go dumb dumb pants. 3 people favorited this on flickr. jajaja. It’s late but not late-late but getting there we were on our eighth wind and the cray girls kept cackling how happy they were that we bounced early and going over the night’s battle stories, the good, the bad and the fugly, and the desperate, and the s-talk and the trainwrecks. What man, these people talk mad shit about me it was nice to see them in true form. Also it was a pretty good party time excellent I must say and everyone was amazed that the kid came with me, Jules of course. I was expecting and paranoid that when we became friends all this dramz would occur, friend-stealing (which we are ALL way too old for) and raymi-bashing and I was right. It’s disconcerting to be proven right and attacked and taken from, people do not want me to have ANYTHING. Here is a classic one, you should distance yourself from raymi she is bad for your image lol meanwhile copy everything she does. jajaja.

Omg look how stressed out I am, I was. We were late after my roller derby love a heart date, he locked the steering wheel and we were calm as cucumbers and it was a blistery cold wind far far from the city, I was already feeling tired from the night before‘s “work” and unbeknownst to me, coming down with something to boot.

Yeah guy, props to the props.

Hi potatoes.

I did not even want to drink anymore but I did, but only for you and only because it was the craziest candle-lit booze bottle vigil ever and well, when in Rome. Dude checking me out we partied with the night before and I guess he still had a boner to pick with me jajajaja. Jules and I had a girl night solo mish and the difference between a 20 year old and a 28 year old doing a three day Belushi affair is like night & day, or, night & cray in this case. I almost don’t want to drink anymore and haven’t since. Another thing is, dudes cannot accept hanging out with girls period if there is no horseplay in the for-seeable future in store for them and it was very FUCKING RUDE and annoying for them to continuously not take no for an answer, I was forced to sexually harass them back I almost actually fought the guy staring a hole in my head and his buddy, my new buddy and colleague of sorts was like guy, she’s going to write about this. We are totally cool now and I am too nice for my own good but i still gotta write about this dude. Anyway, I think we were on our high horse a bit for being chastity of Boners (Chastity Bono anyone? Please say some smart people are reading thanks) but still, I need my girls right now and my chickdependence and chicksand (thanks Serge for that) and the next person who fucks with it, will suffer.

I like adorablah Harry Potter a lot he is a ladies man for sure and was swing dancing away and I had to ask him if he was on (he wasn’t) mdma because he was so cuddly and fit in my koala bear papoose and during our lets bounce yay cray huddle he got in on it and Rebecca stared him down like a witch ahahahahhaha I am never going to get through this post if I keep recounting everything like this holy crapola. Also, by the cray, we were requested a yay cray stance pose demonstration for our fanboys. Maybe if we are lucky and recruit enough guys we can totally recreate the wickerman in bellwoods. What’s the first rule of yay cray, never delay a yay cray.

A blank page can be like porn to an artist, writer, poet, you get it.

One of my current endearingisms.

I messed up the A. So I was a stupid.

Guh-rind a dutty dutty one sha-ba! (I’m sorry the sunshine is getting to me).

I felt the party host should be addressed but also felt unsure of that they would take it literally and now they hate me some guy the next day cleaning up all that mess flipping through the party notes, oh no. Whatever, sell it on ebay or learn from it. See that drink there, Fucking Rebecca flipped the page open without looking at the drink and it sloshed all over me, just right after a girl had already done that to me in the kitchen I was starting to get suspicious that this was happening on purpose.

Thank yew once again for making me look good. Aaand I just lost all ability to do anything in my own flickr account so we will be right back as they say in show business. OMG it works I tweet-blasted-gun-jumped. Oh well. Hi y’all. I guess this is alson a live blog post, it’s a glorious day today, I am better than ever bright eyed and bushy tailed and it’s date night!

I made her face too fat.

Sad.

I even added that weird dot on your head.

Ahh look out!

Yay Cray protege draws the family.

You look like my niece. The teeniest part 1 to this post btw.

I look like I just exercised and some of my make up is trying to leave my face. Dancing in knit tights with a fireplace on in a packed room will do that to ya plus being sick. Excuuuuuuuuses!

She does that so much it’s permanent I think. Whattagwan Lauren O! Let me at those other pics of us on yer phone rude gal.

Bech threw a finger blaster on the flash I am sure. Where was I at the time? Moon walking or shuffling or grinding or oh right, the balloons. I almost did the splits on the dancefloor because of a fucking balloon and a spilled drink, very dangerous floors. We had several dance groupies and even some top notch qual-itay ladies complimenting my moves. Stuff dreams are made of.

Not only am I meticulous in my HERE IS EVERYTHING THAT HAS HAPPENED TO ME EVER accounts, but these brosephs re-tell me the same garbage over and over and over again too, it’s funny and like come on shut up already! This is probably the burlesque dancer they met when I was MIA and I gather this from a photograph only.

So they do the recruiting for me. Hurray yay cray.

Dave Grohl was there!

Kerry please explain your shirt slogan and why? Also who was the owner of your spy dslr camera and where can I get those shots?

Party vortex!

Baha look at Jules. I will pretend you’re dancing to Bangles, I bet you weren’t even alive when walk like an egyptian came out. I just read some of the song lyrics, here is our newest slogan: LIFE’S HARD YOU KNOW, OH WAY OH. SO STRIKE A POSE ON A CADILLAC. jajajjajaja!

There’s the money honey.

Okay relax spice girls.

Spot the Raymbo.

Casie your whole outfit is working, I likey. And thank you for telling me I looked hot a billion times (I rounded up) have a great time in Austin and don’t think we won’t be spying, don’t forget to check the roof before driving off #wakestock.

When you contort your neck it’s pretty party trickery and old lady party too.

Post party protocol is to launch yourself backward superman style in to one’s bed and make Jules snort laugh WITH BRACES omfg adorablah. There’s more pics I am going to add from motionblur once I finish ours.

See how I will be smiling when I am dead j/k guys death boo scary bad wrong hiss!

Take it off potatoes!

Spying on the party from afar and can’t believe one thing we saw.

Somehow we were able to all fit squished in that bed. Poor Jules in the middle, always the little sister baby bear.

Stop looking like a teenage runaway Jules jajaja are you in pain or pleasure? My friend emailed me this one and said simply, sigh. I loaded it up thinking oh jeez what disgusting thing have I done now and voila, this. That is a lesson in doing it right I suppose and a hallmark reminder of why I ever began blogging, sidenote that is, smut peddlin’ to men the majority of my audience I thought but now it’s mean girls. Do you think any man would comment here to be mean? We are just girls having fun and being stupid and telling jokes.

Jules tweeted 3 girls 1 bed and I was like they are going to think we are blasting for sure.

I thought the bed would collapse for sure and that I wouldn’t get any sleep at all. We stayed up VERY late. It was to be my last gong show (not really!) well I knew I would need a week time out at least but, we did fall asleep and Jules’ gentle mouth breathing lulled me right on to jajajajaland. My phone died and I had slight anxiety about being in trubs with the boss (teacher) but I emailed him a late email which he got (but I didn’t know that!) and I said where I was blabbity blah being in a relationship and separate partying can be stressful. Trust is a vital component.

HAhaha I call this one WHEN BECHNIQUE GOT HER CRAY BACK.

Okay can we go dance now? OMG ahhaha Bech your face! LOL.

Bleeehehehehehee.

I’m only going to eat those if you have himalayan salt. ONLY.

Starving. Can’t wait that long.

Horseteef!

UM-anuma-numa-numa-num. Num nums. num. ha. Hahaah.

She picked up the liefuski whatever potato vodka bottle and said I AM GLAD WE ALMOST FINISHED THIS BOTTLE! And I wanted to vom down myself. To me, that bottle represented the last 3 nights of #31waystodie and I squeaked out a no mo-ar, peas I’m too old for this shit.

Guy I always Himalayan salt mortar and pestlin’. She made us potatoes and egg, so euro.

Then they made us go outside I don’t know why I was sick and it was scary windy cold and Rebecca had to lecture me about how she could match my BK tweets with Mcdonald’s tweets and I was like yeah M-F-er GO AHEAD!

She only looks so stressed out because of her haircut I swear there isn’t a secret ball and chain attached to her little ankle, it’s all about choice in life my amigos. Brb with a few more pho-tos. MMmmm pho. Pho sho.