Anything happening tonigh or are we all partied out?

i think so homie, i think so.

Moltov cocktail time?

whoa.
tha fuck?
apparently they started doing Twister at RUM JUNGLE?!?! WHAT! THE! FUCK!?!?!

Merry ReadingWeek to you all

just wanna let you know that Hipster Twister will be going on hiatus for the next little bit, so this tuesday's (FEB 21) may be the last one for awhile. if you don't have anything better to do tuesday night, do swing by
cheers and have a good break

sorry i missed the party Beck, hope you guys had a good time

If anyone's planning on going to Pope Dreams today, gimme a shout.

(Although ngz appears to have been wrong; it's at 5:00)

Hope your shin-dig was a freaken blast paras!!! Sorry I couldn't make it. as I am posting at 3:20 ish in the morning you can probably guess that I am not altogether sober. anyways, I shoud stop typing before I make a complete ass of myself. which I guerantee would happen if I keep typing. again, congrats on being older than you were last year! Hopefully talk to some of you soon! but not for at least 8 more hours. oye ve!!

Here we go again

Who: You
What: Housewarming party
Where: My place (53 Woodvale Village on the corner of 38th ave and 55th street)
When: Saturday February 18th 8:00pm
Why: Because we haven't had one yet

If you want to come let us know by calling 462-1119
We will provide some small snacks but if you would like to bring something please do
BYOB we don't have much

it's a shame I didn't find these three days ago, but I'm posting them anyway:

Obsessive Compulsive Valentines

Sweetheart, I've got you under my skin. I'll wash and wash, but you'll never come out.

BE MINE. Wait. That has six letters. Six letters is so unlucky. It's like YOU DIE. That's exactly what it's like. Now you're going to die and it's all my fault.

You and me, sitting in a tree—oh, wait, that doesn't sound very safe, does it? Let's say we're sitting on a couch instead. Huh. I wonder who sat on this couch before us. Maybe we should put some plastic wrap down. Yeah, I think we'd better. Is this a new box of plastic wrap, or has it been opened for a while? Are you sure? OK. OK. Let's just say it's new and move on. So we're sitting on a couch, K-I-S-S-I-N-G. Except that I kind of feel this tingle on my lip? Like I might be getting a cold sore? Maybe we should just forget the whole thing.

I love you. Wait. That didn't feel right. Let me try it again. I love you. Don't think about disease. Don't think about disease. Don't think about disease. I love you. There.

and by far the best:
I'd touch you without gloves. If I could, I mean.