Waay too much to write in a single journal entry. Of the last seven days, I've had five parties at my place. Only Sunday and Tuesday were party-free. I'm going to just start telling people to bring duffle bags as we are going to be partying for three days straight. It's a pain to have to clean up after and then have to call everyone up again and invite them back to a party the next night.

I came home at 7:30am this morning from a Rocky Horror after-party and found a list of ingredients for the "perfect man" that a friend of mine had been writing the night before. It read:
Evil's eyes
Tristram's junk
Adam's freckles

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I hooked up with a girl Friday night (though no sex). It was a great time, but I don't expect anything to come from it. She is kind of young (only 18). It's the most that's happened though after a long dry spell.

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I've had some of the craziest most debaucherous parties recently. I can't imagine how my neighbors upstairs aren't bothered by all the noise. But I still see them on the street and they smile and wave to me so I guess they don't seem to care.

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I've been called the "Dark Lord" of parties by a friend of mine. He means it in a good way. I've decided I like this title.

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I'm too tired to write anything more right now. It's been a crazy week.