babble
Monday, December 29, 2003
Promise her a definition:
I am home, and I swear to fucking christ I have never been happier to walk into a freezing cold loft in my life. Plus, I missed my cat, because I'm a sappy bastard like that, but really, there is something to be said for having a soft fuzzy creature that is so happy to see you that you can hear him purring from the next room.
Anyway, I have officially decided that visiting family during the holidays is just a bad idea. Everyone feels pressured to do so, but when you feel forced or obligated to do something, you aren't necessarily going to be on your best behavior. I am not referring to myself but to the assclown that my mother is married to, and since there are plenty of assclowns right here in L.A., I think I'll stay home next time and eliminate the hassle of traveling.
Now that I'm home I have to do a metric asston of work around the house, because I'm having a party this coming Saturday. I will be sending out invitations today, and then I get to begin the arduous process that is cleaning my loft. It's not filthy or anything, but since I will be having lots of guests and I assume there will be spilled drinks, nudity, and other activities befitting a highly intoxicated crowd, I need to make sure I am prepared. For example, while I do keep my bathroom quite tidy, I will take extra care to thoroughly clean the floors so that when someone passes out there after vomiting up an internal organ, just before losing consciousness they will say, "Wow, Kathleen has the cleanest tiles I've ever seen!"
I debated setting up a webcam during the party, but since I am anticipating extreme levels of debauchery, I will refrain from doing so to protect the privacy of my incredibly hot guests. Instead, I will make sure my phonecam is at the ready if I need to capture any blackmail-worthy shots of my friends posing on the gyno table or making out with someone of indeterminate gender. Of course, they may end up being self-portraits.
babbled by Kat @ 8:41:00 AM |
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