dinner party

so i guess i'm going to a dinner party tonight. yes the anxiety is already freaking me out. and to make it WORSE the host has emailed everyone tell them boogabaah weesnaah is the special guest... fucking smartass!

anyone wanna pretend to be me tonight for a few hours?

 

why the anxiety?
go and have fun, get wild and crazy
if its not a very sophisticated dinner party of course

 

maybe i should just barf on the host and his white carpet... that'll learn'em.

 

hah now that`s i something i strongly regret that i will have to miss. too bad i can`t be there with you and record the whole action

 

YOUTUBE!


maybe i'll just be super lazy and go in my jammies...

i have no idea what i'm gonna wear... i hate all the clothing in my closet.

 

what do I have to wear?

 

whatever you want.

 

ah just wear something casual a little invisible make-up and you`r most brilliant illuminating smile and you are going to be the star at the party

 

maybe i should fashion a dress from the weeds and leaves in the front yard.


damn hippie!

 

make-up makes my eyes water a lot

 

I can relate.

I don't function well in those situations, either.

 

that`s erotica

 

yeah, my level of non-functioning in social situations makes me wonder if i'm an aspie... only one of my therapist suspects i am...

 

hell sometimes it does it to me too.
that makes me wanna complain to you about my poor eye. its so swollen and it looks fat and nasty and my mom puts some cum-ish medicine inside of it and it`s so horrible,....o man hope it get better soon, because i feel like a freak of nature like that!!!!

 

how's this for make-up?

 

hah well it looks like you are a mud fight champion or something
it looks hot either way hah

 

oh good... i was worried it wasn't enough... subtle is good.

 

sure,
why not...im always game...

i put the "sexy" in dyslexia...

 

you'd make a hot me! i don't know if you are hairy enough to be me though...

 

It's been a while since I've been to a formal dinner party. The last one I attended at Lady Lola Lichfield's descended from decorum at the very outset. I don't mind admitting I thoroughly disgraced myself, but the dinner party suffered too and Lady Lola Lichfield will, I'm sure, not forget the broom cupboard!