tigerpig

last ngiht i went to a squat party held by lesbians dressed like ocean suicides.

there were also a shameless amont of women dressed like pirates and men dressed like sailors.

like a dog with tow tails, i didnt know what one to wag.

i flirted with a girl called liz for a while. ewan compared it to pedophiles "groooming".

i meant the new flatmate last ngiht. he is younger than me. i told him he wou,d have a curfew and chores and that id ground him if he was out late. i then got drunk with him and flashed him my panties.

of course, this sounds like a funny story, but it is really a tradgey. all the while this was going on a was wearing a big ole brown kaftan. i brought it yesterday and i have totally sucummed to the kaftan powers. i dont really see the point in wearing anything else. i wore it to the party.

while walking home i came to realise that there are few things worse in this life than dying in a kaftan. that would be the ultimate shame for whice there is no redemption. thank god i survived last ngiht.