Migrating piles of clothing

[ibneko]

It's been 'bout two weeks. And my clothing has now officially mutated into a pile that travels from my bed to my chair when I go to bed, and from my chair to my bed when I get up in the afternoon and decide to do some work.

Mmm, tonight's party.... I witnessed lapdancing. Several times. And was highly amused, and somewhat educated. Got several pictures of people on couches.

Quote of the night:
Ouqi-"Someone lapdance for me!" to which everyone moves away from her. I think it was make more amusing by her patting her lap each time she said that.

Mmmm. There were assorted other things, including the flying baby.

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Ewwww, parents just gave me a bit of red wine and was like, it's good for you. Fucking stuff tastes like cough medicine........ =¬.¬=;;; more of why I have no interest in drinking.

Comments

[marbenais.livejournal.com]

I highly doubt they were actual lapdances.  Just saying.

Red wine is disgusting.  It's what's served at Mass, and the horrible event is if you accidentally take a big sip (if the chalice is too filled or something) and you're all shocked and trying to not spit it out because it tastes nasty and you have to continue walking back to your pew calmly.

[ibneko.livejournal.com]

Heh. Well, not having anything to compare it against, I'll just assume they're lapdance-equivalents until futher experiences.