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[sistawendy]

I'm cranky, horny, and in serious need of debauchery. There isn't any group debauchery scheduled until next weekend. Her Nibs sounds tubercular and I'm still jet lagged (I ain't got no circadian rhythm -- or maybe I've got too much), which puts a damper on the at-home debauchery.

And I found out that the Mercury is members only, putting a further crimp in my plans and embarrassing me in front of Tiffany. As if I needed any reminders of just how unhip and out of it I am.

Grrrumble. What to do, what to do? Should I go to the Wet Spot? Should I stay at home? Should I try to instigate some debauchery among the Seattle freaks (which can be like herding cats on Quaaludes)? I want to hear from you druggie felines out there.

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[xiadyn.livejournal.com]

My plans for the day involve music things, working on the paper that's due Tuesday, and then the usual Saturday night tv/movie fest, culminating in So Bad It's Good Theater. Which might only sound fun to Fish and me, I suppose..
This probably isn't that useful to you. oh well.

[sistawendy.livejournal.com]

Sure it's useful. So Bad It's Good Theater isn't exactly my cup of tea, though. I also have a powerful urge to dress up. (Hmm. Bad movies in fetish clothes? It could happen given enough good beer. Too bad Fishy doesn't have any fetish wear. Or does he?) I'll continue to ponder.

[tiff-seattle.livejournal.com]

You didnt embarrass yourself in the slightest...