Monday, January 10
4:20 am

not so cryptic shit. jury's still out on the annoying.

school is in a very, very short while indeed and i'm still here. in a state comparable to infant children with a winnie the pooh bottle's worth of kopitiam coffee in 'em (not that i've ever, y'know, tried that for real or anything). this can't be good.

major frettage has been going on, what with this being the year of 21 and all. a frightening number of people i know seem to be throwing big parties, and a pant-wetting proportion of those seem to be falling in the upcoming week. that's three birthday parties i have next week alone, folks, a situation which prompted a fiery rhetoric along the lines of "couldn't the older generation have kept it in their pants a few months more? like, until i find a job, or better yet, some money?"

and if you thought i wasn't already deep enough in the poopie? one of these parties is going to be pretty major league. think on a yacht, and while you're there, think dress code, and then, just for kicks, think really hot people will be present. okay, i know all that thinking's probably giving you a headache, so let me go ahead and just give you the rest of the news:
the party has a friggin' theme.
the invitation came with directions, in case anyone didn't get the theme, to the gucci website.
the gucci website has a cruise section, who knew? (that wasn't part of the news)
i have a history with the person throwing the party.
and the person throwing the party has a twin.

aaand since i'm also pretty sure that some of you still don't really get it, i'm going to go ahead again and tell you what all that news means. it means that
not only am i screwed, many times over (quadruple-y, at last count with The PBB) on the cost of the gift,
i'm also going to have to worry about what to wear (gucci website, people!),
and how i'm going to look (really hot friends, people!).

the worry's mostly because there is nothing like being stuck for 4 hours on a boat with a bar to bring out the eagle-eyed competitive bitch in some. and also because, hell, i've met a couple of the host's friends before, and their hotness is matched only by their unceasing nastiness.

anyway. as if this relentless trial of a party wasn't stressful enough, i'm expected to bring a date. and what with all the Bad Shit that's been going down of late, i am, well, quite dateless. and reminded, most cheerily, by FY that my date really needs to be "fuckin' hot" to pass muster on this boatload of bitches.

i know, i know, why not simply not go, right? well, other than the fact that it's poor form to RSVP and then cancel out? other than the fact that it's a party on a yacht? well it's because... okay, i'm going to go with the "it's a party on a yacht" thing.

oh, oh, yeah, and the whole host/history reason! i love it when i get to come off non-superficial.

right. so the secret point of this entry is that i'm subtly fishing around for hot dates for the party. although, not so much with the secrecy or subtlety now i've actually... said it out. huh.

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 fleabee • 12 January 2005 at 00:09

i'm wondering if the person with a twin is who i think it is. hrmm. you think? =) just go have fun pet, if you havent already. hee. show your nastiness, if all else fails. go pet! *waves poms*

 

 fleabee • 12 January 2005 at 00:09

this is flea by the way.

 

 bedlamgirl • 12 January 2005 at 02:51

grin oh, darlin'... of course it is who you think it is
it's this saturday! major stress pooping going on
(that was probably too much info)

nah, new, reformed pet is no longer nasty
heh.

 

 fleabee • 15 January 2005 at 23:51

how was it how was it? grin. don't you hate soft spots, really?

 

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