No lie. I should be at Spring Storm. I'm up, and awake, and obviously playing on my phone. Point being- I just got home...
As other woke up around me to do good, I layed in bed and restated that I had asked for this weekend off . I am to accomadate my visitor; who--after 3 years, remains steadfast in making it his priority and was determined to see me drunk.
Oh! what can I say.
I grew up a little? developed a little class.

Anyways, after a random night of seeing "My Boys" approach and get approached by random drunken girls, I fled the scene to my 'cartoon channel, playboy channel, teddy bears and teddy's, weird but oh so safe frat cave.'

Perhaps, I would have liked to have been a half block down; but, without a vehicle of my own due to poor planning that didn't account for random drunk girls all getting invited over to the Birthday Boy's house*, I went where I knew a ride could be
procurred, a change of clothes offered, and despite the "you should know better than to trust boys" looks-I would be allowed to crash on the floor, till daylight and Spring Storm would call for me to go home.
Knowing despite the fighting, that "that" is still there--I gotta admit it's pretty nice and almost made up for the drunken-ness.
I'm finding I have very little tolerance for drunken girls.
But now Spring Storm has begun, I am returned home to where I shall sleep another 2 hours before my farewell lunch to a The PROPHET. Like JC himself, might return: Here- now gone.
Not unlike my ability to stay awake :)