the serious moonlight
Howdy. It's 3am and I've just gotten back home from a night on the turps. It has been said that drunken blogging has some resemblance to a metaphor that roughly means a bad thing. I'm going to ignore that and post some pictures my friends said I shouldn't.
I can't say I had an entirely great time tonight. I got stuck arguing about the crapness of party politics (and something to do with the magic powers of marriage) and I was also told [quote] that I'm better on paper than I am in person [unquote]. What can I say? That real life is a disappointment? Damn, I keep being reminded that I'm not impressive IRL this week [especially when I was told I resemble Radar from M*A*S*H*].
Okay, I get it. I'm not good looking and more than a little abrasive. However, I do host a bitchin party.
Dude, you're going to wake up without your pants on!
The funk of 40,000 years.
Avast!
I promise to take down this picture as soon as someone asks me to. I think it is hella cute though.
I can't say I had an entirely great time tonight. I got stuck arguing about the crapness of party politics (and something to do with the magic powers of marriage) and I was also told [quote] that I'm better on paper than I am in person [unquote]. What can I say? That real life is a disappointment? Damn, I keep being reminded that I'm not impressive IRL this week [especially when I was told I resemble Radar from M*A*S*H*].
Okay, I get it. I'm not good looking and more than a little abrasive. However, I do host a bitchin party.
Dude, you're going to wake up without your pants on!
The funk of 40,000 years.
Avast!
I promise to take down this picture as soon as someone asks me to. I think it is hella cute though.
posted by Lumpen at 8/20/2005 03:14:00 am
5 Comments:
Lucky you put those faces over the boobies or you might get 'Flagged'...What's with that?
Radar?? Bitch, please! You wear glasses.
I enjoyed seeing you again. You gave me fame and fortune-and-everything-that-goooooooes-with-it.
I thank you all.
I would like to add another wonderful song lyric, from "Crying at the Discotheque" by Alcazar:
"You wore a tie like Richard Gere."
I had fully intended to crash your party, but got squashed instead by a series of pianos. I wish I'd made it. Your zombies look like top shelf undead. Happy birthday!
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