kenny, joe and i were looking for a party and found one on adanac.

we didn't get here until about 2.45, so the crew had dwindled.

the only people still left were in the dance room.

the other zoe, and some goof in a jumpsuit.

im plagued with poor party etiquet. i dont do much mingling, and usually look
for an excuse to go outside and smoke.

jesus christ, it must have been months since this guy has gotten any play.
i guess this is what it eventually comes down to; making out with a random, drunk whale. poor guy.

i had an inkling from the beginning that this guy was friends with s h a t. and i was right.
he spouted some pretty epic artsy lines, like "you guys...are just like... seeds that im unaware of."
yeah dude, art.