Hello, children. Remember I? The one whom used to post every day? Yah. I am back and this time will actually use this new account, after abandoning my one of Jesus which had roughly 56754646 friends. Oh, how the mighty have fallen.

BUT WE ALL MUST START FROM SOMEWHERE AND SO I SOLDIER ON.

So, Jesse's party yesterday. It was allegedly fancy dress, though mere glances at it would let some come to the conclusion it was a normal booze up with a scattering of crazies in bizaare forms of dress. Lizzie learnt something that night: IF YOUR FELLOWS ARE GEORGIA LASS, POISON IVY, SOME 1930'S MADAM, A DOMINATRIX AND A DOMINATRIX'S BITCH DON'T (FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, DON'T) DRESS AS ALICE IN FUCKING WONDERLAND.

ONE OF THESE THINGS IS NOT LIKE THE OTHER.

Heee.

We got broken up by the cops! The Police. I know I'm moving up in the world now that I go to parties that other civilians report are disruptive. Even if I personally am not the one doing said disrupting, who is one to say that Alice is not an unreformed badass? Ch-yeah!

Heh heh. I am such a child-girl.