Ok, now that I'm back home from work, and still hungover, I can post about the party.

YAY for parties.

Yeah, anyway, I showed up super later than usual, like 11pm or some shit?? That sucked, I really didn't want to work all fucking day at that auction, doing other people's volunteer work because they were pussing out and bitching. However, I tried my best to be a gentleman, and gave the illustrious Stormy a ride to said party. Even though she had to pee pretty much the minute she climbed on board. Next time I give you a ride, Stormy, I'm making you go potty BEFORE I pick you up!

It is important to note that even with these terrible hardships that I was facing, I proceeded to get my drink and dance on, and chat with my many beautiful friends. Yes, good times were had in abundance, and the people rejoiced. And if you're still reading this loopy and hungover journal post, I apologize. Really I do. Seriously. Don't mean to waste your time or anything. That would be terrible. Very bad. A veritable disaster. Tragic. A travesty. Horrible. Negative. Insert expletive here.

My brain is mush. I would list all of my friends and give you all personalized kudos, but that takes too much fucking time; and you all know I love you. Or hate you. Especially Thursday. I hate her.