I seem to recall being lovely and drunk at Casa de Ultragrrrl, saying something to someone about how you know you love someone when you don’t mind their farts.
This morning, that very sentiment has been plastered across my MySpace page.
What the hell?
If you’re hacking into my MySpace page, I would love to know. It’s actually very funny, and very Clue-the-Movie… after all, only a handful of people heard me announce my fart position on Sunday.
Of course, I could have been so trashed that I did it myself, but I really don’t think that’s what happened… someone fess up, it’s actually sort of awesome.
[JENNY PENNY - AM I THE IMAGINARY SOCIALITE?]
it’s been like that for awhile.