Welp...

[taleya]

torasin hath departed for Cad's buck's night, and will no doubt reel home some time tomorrow smelling of beer, pot and seedy cheap strip clubs. (I bailed out on Chich's hen's night 'cos...yeah, I love her like a sister, but a night stuck in a small room with a bunch of drunk giggling girly girls I have nothing in common with? Sounds like an accurate summation of my own personal idea of hell. They're probably wearing tiaras. And they are doing karaoke)

So! I have the house to myself. I can do all those things you do when you have the house to yourself. I've already wandered around naked, whacked off twice, and done the washing. Actually I think I did most of those before torasin left. Dammit.

I have just returned from a long meander around the neighbourhood on a hot summer's eve culminating in a trip to the bottleshop. I am liquored up, and think it's time for a drunken cacklefest on Trillian (omeeos for those who have AIM). *bangs flagon on desk* WHERE'S MAH FRENCH TART?

(And yes, I know, I should be taking those meme photos but 1) batteries need charging and 2) can't take a shot of the main library in the loungeroom 'cos there's a cage full of rats enjoying the aircon in front of it)

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