Gods flashlight banging on the car windows of my eyes. “Excuse me miss, what exactly do you think you’re doing?” Horrible. Woke upon a couch in New West with my brain clicking on with a sound like heated porcelain. *tingtick* Get up! You have to go to work now. There are better places to wake up than New West. I can think of twenty without trying. Under a bridge, perhaps. Least I didn’t sleep in my corset again. Caught by the rain, this princess was not going to slog home freezing and so I was, yet again, as always, one of the die-hards. Last to leave.
Marks of a good party may include having to borrow to change before bed, waking at someone else house, leaving in said clothes, (hopefully from as many people as possible), and getting home just in time for something else. Better parties also have berry waffles in the morning or pancakes, but with the amount of drinking geeks can get up to, I wasn’t expecting such. Jenn passed out in the night, as did Steve. I attempted to leave earlier with Aiden and Nicole, but weather said it wasn’t happening. They actually arrived slightly before I did. Took me twenty minutes to take the hill while laced in. I showed up dying and suddenly my LiveJournal was the topic of conversation. It was slightly disconcerting. New world order, self evident. We share this media and it is ours now. This artist, that script, this little piece of programmed code bleeding into our livingrooms with the glow of the computer screen. It makes me happy. Watch the war, upstage the so called news to spread our own.