an evil evening drinking blood by the gallon

So, last night wins for roughest night of the semester. Hands down.

But Nicky talked me down, thank god, and I felt a little better. Then Klarisa and Corwin came home and gave me much-needed cuddles and candy, and jokes about my Jewish heritage.

Alexandra arrived like my guardian angel bearing wine and fondue. We proceeded to get smashingly drunk off her granddad's home-made wine and danced in the kitchen while consuming copious amounts of fruit dipped in melted chocolate chips.
We came to the following conclusions:

a) Boys are dumb, and

b) We need to try out for Canadian Idol as a duo, our gimmick being that we're like the spice girls, except there's two of us and we're fat. The tagline: We weigh as much as all five spice girls. I thought it was absolute genius!


So here I am, waiting to go to rehearsal, figuring out how to finish this post that I started this morning. And wondering how many more times I'll listen to 'Lady Venom' before I get really sick of it.
I have decided I shall dance, until I have to call my cab, and be fabulous, in fine fat spice girl fashion.
*dances*