It's not a cry you can hear at night, it's not somebody who's seen the light...

I can remember the 5th of November but apparently not how to put my pants on. Hmmm.

Happy Guy Fawkes, Christchurch. You deserve it.

:X

Too much wine. Actually just enough. Mmmm.

Also the cats all have cat influenza. But they have antibiotics now. Poor kitties! They should be all phlegmy for a few more days and then they will be fine. But the poor things. Echo and Helios needed shots and Ariadne is apparently old enough to just have to weather the virus. I hate it when kitties are sick.

Pumpkin soup, wine, and Boosh. Awesome. Noel is so cute. I love him. Also Turkish delight tea. Omg.

EDIT: Just ordered a bunch of tea from http://www.adoretea.com.au and omg. We just had the Turkish Delight tea and it is SO GOOD. So we ordered a bunch of samplers and plan to see which ones we like to order more. WHEE!

I do not go to parties, but last night Alison went to one and she texted me many times. It was an epic text conversation. She has recently turned predictive text on. This is a case for not doing so...

Herein lies a record of Alison's amazing drunk!texts. I was laughing all night long.

( Unfiluted Absintie )

Alison was supposed to go to bed but she just came out here to get a drink and there is no way that we could possibly ever explain the conversation that just occurred between us, but it was epic hilarity though it was the kind where you had to be there and now my stomach hurts from laughing. It was pure ridiculousness and we both laughed so hard, and I feel like I might vomit.

And then I thought, "you know what? I think I feel like this at least once a day." I think living in a house where you laugh so hard you think you might vomit at least once a day is pretty damn awesome, no matter what else is going on in my messed up little world.

Long live the LFoD and all it's denizens, past and present!

EDIT: For more examples of why the LFoD is the greatest place on Earth, I present Alison's Overheard in the LFoD tag in her journal which is chock full of hilarity and quotes.

My head hurts from laughing.

I...have had some wine. And I don't usually drink. And when I do, it's something very low in alcohol content like moscato. But there was earthquake-damaged Riesling at the supermarket so I got it AND moscato. And Cab Sav for Alison. And then I drank a whole bunch. (Typing this is interesting because I refuse to leave it all typoed.)

Alison has been QUOTING ME at her journal phfa and it is not fair, but she showed me a gif of this bird doing a moonwalk and apparently I said the following:

Lara: He moves like Michael Jackson! I bet Michael Jackson thinks he's that smooth.

Alison being a downer: He's dead.

Lara: NO HE STILL THINKS IT!

Alison: Oh nooo. MJ is like Elvis in this house isn't he?

Lara: I am Elvis in this house. I am Elvis. Because I like him and I know his songs. He sings a song about being in a jail. He also sings a song about being a hound dog. Which I think is a metaphor. For being an arsehole. Alison, Alison, Alison, stop it. Alison. Alison.* Stop writing. He has a song also, about his shoes. Because they were made out of this special blue suede. This song about this hotel, for lonely people. And he also has a song and Perry White dances at his desk and his parents were like, he isn't perry white, but he was! He smelled the space racks** and then he was dancing. Alison you are so many hiccups right now. You are made of them!

* About 20 'Alisons' have been cut from th2is sequence. Like Bernard. Bernard.

** Apparently this is "space rats"

Yep. That's pretty much about right. And the song Perry danced to was hunka-hunka burnin' love.

Alison just gave me MORE wine. Why is she crazy so crazy in the face place?