Vello cropter. No, velociraptor.

A few things happened tonight.
A. Fondue.
B. j.lou arrived for a night of drinking and snacks.
C. Furniture.man came over.
D. beanie.ricie joined myself and furniture.man after j.lou passed out in my bed. I have to say: it saddens me to think that I will only live next door to these gents for a few more months. After that, beanie.ricie and I go our own ways. And furniture.man will have to be trusted to hold down the fort for us. I really am sad. More than I ever thought I would be leaving behind a basement apartment that costs 8 million dollars to heat and is always freezing no matter what. In the course of the evening some mozzarella cheese was mistaken for chicken. Someone stole someone else's shoes (I definitely did not start this, def def not) and forced someone else to put on wedges. There was a pan flute. And j.lou set herself up in the hall.