2007-09-22
gillie's party is in the naked
If you are reading this and are the stripper from last night's party, then hello and you are kind of creepy and I told you so. If you are reading this and are not the stripper from last night's party, then just hello.
So. In an exciting departure from routine (ha), I drank too much last night and woke up feeling like a bag of aliens. For those worried about the recent holy war I've launched against my liver, you can relax because I will be foregoing alcohol until next weekend at the very earliest.
I have to get to work now, but don't worry-- last night's debauchery has been pre-sliced into bite-sized photographic pieces to allow for your easy consumption.
Statement of fact.
Be grateful for that blanket. Believe.
I guess I kind of realized why stripper-gazing is mostly male activity. I was kind of uncomfortable-- and that's not even me in the picture.
Here is one with me in it because I so into myself. (And because I know Connie is about to comment on my wearing a black dress with a brown bag, apologies in advance.)
Please leave me comments on the following topics:
1. Can you see the photos I posted above? Because I can't, but that is possibly just my browser?
2. I'm craving for a showing of Bill and Ted. Leave word if you feel the same way.
zebrasaur at 8:28 a.m.
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