| boot_boy @ 2004-01-16 11:00:00 |
| Current mood: |  curious |
BLOODY TERRY AHOY
Dean man where are you? I need to give you your mardi gras beads but you haven't been waiting outside the commonroom per usual. You may have any beads in the following colours: plastic pink, fake ruby-red, toxic waste green, shiny yellow, livid scarlet, or swamp-bottom brown. Purple are of course for me and the beetle black I am keeping so that I may drape them over Millicent in the future.
New Orleans fulfilled all my many expectations. I drank a number of hurricanes, tripped on a headstone, snogged Bloody Mary, and puked on a transvestite's platform shoes, who then retaliated by strangling me with her garter. What a grip on that girl.
Comments:
| deanthomas @ 2004-01-16 09:15 am UTC |
Hey great Ter, toxic waste green sounds interesting. Sorry I haven't been around much but I'm sort of dealing with some things right now. Hope you understand. Bye!
| boot_boy @ 2004-01-16 09:19 am UTC |
Sorry I forgot your pastry. I mean, I bought one for you but I ate it on the plane in my sleep.
(parent)| potterstinks @ 2004-01-18 05:01 am UTC |
Perhaps he's intending to force you to wear them. That could be quite deadly.
(parent)| boot_boy @ 2004-01-16 09:23 am UTC |
Haha, the jazz music in New Orleans was great. You would have liked it.
(parent)| boot_boy @ 2004-01-16 09:28 am UTC |
OKAY OKAY OKAY I admit what happened was I saw Anne Rice gardening and attempted to snog her but she pushed me into the kudzu, and it hurt. But I only did that because it had been a long night of Absinthe drinking.
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