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.