Kitty Power

Too little sleep...

Too little sleep makes a girl grumpy. I'm hating in a big way today. But it didn't take too much to cheer me up.

Offline, the past month or so has been filled with all sorts of funny yet sketchy situations. The Randoms and I had more fun than anyone ought to in Central Park last week, but previous to that was the night that I glossed over oh-so-nicely here on the blog. No details shall be forthcoming, so don't even ask, but an exchange about it is amusing the hell out of me.

Jamirakid: yeah well. drunkenness attracts me to sketchiness. good for stories, with certain parts censored, natch.
Jamirakid: like i can tell about that drunken night with your shoes getting messed up, but i have no role in that story.
Grandmastah H: no role? ha!
Jamirakid: ha what? i was minding my own business sleeping like a peaceful youngster that night...at least as i tell it.
GH: just don't tell it like that within earshot of me and you'll be fine...

Jamirakid: how different can your version be? after all, you're the one who said you didn't see a thing...
GH : i think i can describe things by sound and elbows/knees in my side quite well
Jamirakid: haha
Jamirakid: yeah. i don't really tell it that way. i've just been trying to figure out what exactly you know.
GH : have you seen Enemy at the Gates?
Jamirakid: nope
GH : the stalingrad movie
Jamirakid: i know what it is. just haven't seen it
GH : well, there's this sex scene that takes place in a full barracks, with everyone sleeping except for the couple, who are trying to be as quiet and subtle as possible...
GH: you guys were not them.
GH: ;-)
Jamirakid:haha