My apartment is currently filled with the smell of panic, of the "holy crap there are a zillion sexy people coming over tomorrow and I'm completely unprepared, due to the fact that I've been out every single day for the last two weeks" variety. (Yeah, I know, how sad for me that there are all these fantastic people around to hang out with. I've turned into Cat.)
So you would think that the logical next step would be to, um, stay home and prepare. But I have just now declared that preparation is for suckers, so I'm going to a party in Belltown instead. If it doesn't look like I've vacuumed tomorrow, that's because I maybe haven't.
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