My computer remains in a sorry state but I’m utilizing Meg’s computer for an emergency blog out of sheer fear of being listed last, I’ve been so slyly drifting to the bottom for some time now.

We had one of those “Chloe’s outta town, let’s turn it up and get on down” parties recently. We luh you girl but come on, there’s too much brown in the house not to get our freaks on the regulah.

Plus Alia and Evan don’t have the balls to flirt when they not tanked.

Even this naughty voyeur knows what’s up. But seriously Meg stated it best when she said she thought it funny when guys thought they had a chance with her.

Jeremiah graced his with his presence. He’s pretty… pretty fucking weird. I don’t even know his real name. Plus…

He went in my room and kidnapped my beloved Bunbuns and after everyone left and I was ready to spoon with my one and only, I see her delicate lace ruffles peeking out behind the pot on our kitchen wall. Yea, he stuffed her in a pot… unacceptable or hilarious?

Scullin’s company is just as entertaining and slightly less bizzarre… super dunny.

I usually judge a dance party by the number of people partaking in the scream picture, on a scale of 1-10 I give this an AAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

Perhaps someday Chloe will surprise us and bring her booty on up to the second floor where the beats are fresh and where Alia’s got body for days.