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Silence of the Sleepy |
I know I havent posted in almost a month. Believe you me I have a good reason. Id est I am lazy...no really I have a better one than that...let me explain......*screen turns blurry*
I haven't slept in ten days. Vampires are refusing to serve my blood to vampirelettes under the age of 21. It's just how often do you get a van load of ridiculously cool people from the Democratic(*snicker snicker*) Republic of Ukraine rolling into town, we had to party. And so we did. From running around naked on the beach at 4 in the morning to singing "Beautiful" using our crotches as microphones(wasn't my idea) we passed the week away in myriad of creative and enteraining passtimes. You know it's been a good week when by the end of it you have 11 or 12 people stark naked in your living room. Anyway, as the week went by sleep began to seem like a luxary we could ill afford and so in the interest of our social lives we put it in our past and set out to defy natures health laws(don't ask). One thing we soon noticed was that the more we stayed out of the wiley clutches of the sand man the more dangerously witty we became. I wished we had filmed it so I could look back and decide whether(as I suspect) we only thought ourselves hilarious or(as I desparately hope) we had a week where we became as the gods of all things droll and comedic. Another thing is that we soon became to tired to speak in complete sentances. communication began to consist of fragments of 2 or 3 words spoken in a slur with what I swear was some sort of pseudo-english accent....at any rate life seems to be returning to us with all the usual "get some rest" and "maybe if you slept you wouldn't look like someone had used your eyes as bongos" comments that let me tell you sound a whole lot like the pull of Lethargy....as for one I refuse to compromise.....goodnight!
PS. I'm going again as soon as I can figure out what happened to the month of August....
I haven't slept in ten days. Vampires are refusing to serve my blood to vampirelettes under the age of 21. It's just how often do you get a van load of ridiculously cool people from the Democratic(*snicker snicker*) Republic of Ukraine rolling into town, we had to party. And so we did. From running around naked on the beach at 4 in the morning to singing "Beautiful" using our crotches as microphones(wasn't my idea) we passed the week away in myriad of creative and enteraining passtimes. You know it's been a good week when by the end of it you have 11 or 12 people stark naked in your living room. Anyway, as the week went by sleep began to seem like a luxary we could ill afford and so in the interest of our social lives we put it in our past and set out to defy natures health laws(don't ask). One thing we soon noticed was that the more we stayed out of the wiley clutches of the sand man the more dangerously witty we became. I wished we had filmed it so I could look back and decide whether(as I suspect) we only thought ourselves hilarious or(as I desparately hope) we had a week where we became as the gods of all things droll and comedic. Another thing is that we soon became to tired to speak in complete sentances. communication began to consist of fragments of 2 or 3 words spoken in a slur with what I swear was some sort of pseudo-english accent....at any rate life seems to be returning to us with all the usual "get some rest" and "maybe if you slept you wouldn't look like someone had used your eyes as bongos" comments that let me tell you sound a whole lot like the pull of Lethargy....as for one I refuse to compromise.....goodnight!
PS. I'm going again as soon as I can figure out what happened to the month of August....
3 comments:
so i hear from Dulcy. you party animals, you.
The crotch microphones was definitly the best part. And you know eet... we still use them!:) It was almost too brilliant!!!! Our party was like the red light district "with a twist".....who hired the deco designer??? Must have been our friend in California ;)
11 or 12 naked ppl in your living room is a good sign of a good week but it's even better when we all straightly by straightly ran off to the beach once again to share our nudity with the unsuspecting beach barers (a new word from our friend in California...don't ask) while being chased by 10...no 50!!...or was it a 1000 wild, fierce, savage, etc. dogs!!! In any case, it was a lot.
All that to say it was allegedly... cheesy game time!
*Signed* The vanload of ridiculously cool people from the Democratic Republic of Ukraine who made it all possible...with a twist.
P.S. And remember, Never Tell Lies!
hehehehe
So life goes on...
I miss you bro...
Life has a way of doing that...
But then again, maybe not ;) ...
Be good my brother!
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