disastrous goodbyes

ok. so i was questioning whether i would post last saturday's party. it was warm and fun for about 30 minutes and then everything kinda went FLUSH! i've just been imagining it never happened but it stalks me in my nightmares and i wake up in cold sweats like sitting in a pool of liquid. that's my own problem - and possibly my bedmate's problem too - thooooo.

it was lane's last night in the 505 and everyone was bummed out beyond repair and weepy. goodbye parties are just strange in practice, no? BUT. as shitty as the dum dum fight that happened at the end of the night was, it shouldn't garner enough distinction for me to become anything but indifferent toward. we'll focus on the POSITIVE
even
if it kills me.
also all the pics look as if they were taken from the vantage point of a person in an iron lung. and that's because i didn't move from my spot on the carpet. lazy! girl!
massive titty shot posing as a look at my foot tattoo shot.
so below is dick hanging on his leg guy - the name i gave him in my head. even alcohol didn't make me feel funny enough to pass that off as a decently funny thing to say (psssst, claire, do you still write -OH for alcohol???? i just totally almost did that just now. aaahahah!). anyway, it's still not a decently funny name but he reminded me of those soccer or xc guys in high school who would be dang hot but they kinda knew it so they could get away with wearing their team's sweatpants with no boxers and still be melty attractive. so see? dick on leg. whatever. that made no sense. moving on.
oh yea. almost forgot. we put poorhouse, a local albuquerque favorite, on the stereo and seriously jammed out like happy hippies. it was simon, daniel, jordy, etc's band from hundreds of years ago.
look. everyone has that one or two guys she regrets ever doing ANYTHING with. even talking (but usually not talking). so it just takes a shitty night to delete his # from your phone. next time please someone helps mama out. i have weak spot for shitty soccer guys. even old bloated swamp ones although saturday may have cured me forever. god. am i still typing about soccer guys i must be on my period. CHECK PLEASSSSSSSSE!
moving on.
i don't remember exactly why travis and everyone came over in costumes requiring suspenders, but they did bring a dance party along with them. newscaster costumes maybe? i don't know.

saturday night still tastes rotten.