I swear to you, Franky is the HARDEST blogger to keep track of. He dumps sites and doesn’t bother to tell anyone where he’s going next.
If you’re trying to find Franky he’s now at iFranky and Serial Recidivism and Serial Recidivist. Slippery little sucker. (zomg, 3 blogs, Franky?)
PS – I am not stalking him. 
I love it when I can hear the kitties snoring but I can’t see where they are because they’re hidden someplace fun. I love being a kitty mommy. 
Dawg snacked me into a full-on meal this week:
I really don’t think I’m quite that entertaining, but apparently I’m wrong.
I’m live blogging Mr. Fab‘s texts until I crash or he does. But, really, how will I know if he crashes? Oh, it just occurred to me, I can ask Avi who doesn’t drink. Heh. (For the record: I’m drinking water. Fab is pounding vodkas. When I crash it will be because of tiredness, not drunkenness.)
Everything is SIC, so don’t give me shit for typos. 
8:53pm Fab: I like vodka a lot. I want to marry vodka. I want to make sweet sweet love to vodka.
8:55 Poppy: Are you drunk or just alcantilizing?
8:57 Fab: What does the last word mean?
8:59 Poppy: Think infantilizing but replace the man diaper with a bucket o vodka.
9:01 Fab: I don’t know what you are saying but it is making me hot
9:02 Poppy: Make adam explain to you, i’m SURE he knows.
9:26 Fab: Update; I officially love Dave2 of Blogography and Britt just kicked the fuck out of me!
9:29 Poppy: Whatever you do, DON’T KICK BACK. That just makes her angry.
9:32 Poppy: PS – send photos of the bruising for the lawyers.
10:01 Poppy: Are you dead or just filthy drunk?
10:02 Fab: Happy ;0
(MASS TEXT SENT TO EVERYONE, not just Poppy, and btw, I saw a well lit picture earlier, it’s fake) 10:02 Fab: Like my cock, kids?
10:09 Fab: CP SAYS HI!
10:12 Poppy: HI, CP!!!
10:16 Fab: She says Mwaa!
10:20 Poppy: Aww. Is everyone having a good time?
10:25 Fab: Yep :O
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10:42 Poppy: How’s the party going?
10:43 Avi: Awesome!
10:44 Poppy: Yay. Wish i was there, hi to everybody!
10:49 Avi: Ok!
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10:49 Fab: It is EXHAUSTING sing karaoke with a gay guy!
10:58 Poppy: BWAHAHAHA! Are you talking about Jester?
11:01 Fab: (clearly drunk now) I have lost the plot.
11:02 Poppy: Karaoke with jester?
11:03 Fab: No
11:04 Poppy: Soo, who’s the gay karaoker? you?
11:05 Fab: Just did Lady Marmelade with CP whoo hoo!
11:10 Poppy: Oh, that song is really hard. Hope someone got that on video!
11:11 Fab: I don’t know lol
11:31 Poppy: I might go to sleep now but you should keep sending me texts so this blog post is nice and hilarious by morning.
11:42 Fab: me and Miss Britt singing Only the Good Die Young…..I have died and gone to heaven!
12:03am Fab: Iwant to have sex with most of the people here. Britt has [censored by Poppy, siiiiigh].
12:54 Fab: Pobaby the last text kids. I am toasted and…um…something…..um…..what?
And so concludes the texts. Sorry I had to censor one, but I think Miss Britt will appreciate that. Sorry I didn’t stay up to be traumatized further, but this girl needed 12 hours of sleep. Wait, why am I apologizing? Congrats to Adam on a great party.
Am I the only one who wonders aloud in my head, “what would Tyler Durden do?”
Yes? Hmm. Ok.
If you have no idea what I’m talking about:
1. You are no longer cool.
2. You haven’t seen Fight Club enough or perhaps read a Chuck Palahniuk novel lately.
3. You don’t read celebrity blogs.
4. You’ve repressed. Unrepress, silly.
She’s beautiful.
(No disagreeing allowed. This means you.)
I’m sorry to anyone who was really looking forward to the specific babbling, but I can’t do the long posts so I’ll do bullets:
And so concludes the confercation highlights.
Sorry, but I need to be deep for one moment.
I have had a really hard week. A few of the things that have been spectacularly shitty for me are not even my situations, they’re other people’s situations.
I had a meltdown today. A full-on meltdown. I was in my car sobbing, trying to talk on the phone about something a little too private to share here (sorry) between fits of tears, with a migraine headache, feeling both “woozy” (not dizzy, apparently) and sick to my stomach (I was convinced I would throw up, but never quite did), and shaking.
I called my boss from the parking lot to say I needed to take the afternoon off. Poor guy, he asked me if I was going to hurt myself. That means he’s a well trained boss. I would think the same if I got such a disturbing phone call. Hurting myself is never on my mind, not even on the darkest day. In the past I can’t say that was true, but I could never do that to everyone who loves me.
I am feeling much better personally, after going home for some kitty hugs and kisses, but I am still very worried for a few friends, and not looking forward to the situation for another few friends.
Lesson: Don’t have friends.
Fuck you, Lesson. Hugs to all my friends who need them. (If you think I’m talking to you, I am. I’m also talking to the ones who can’t visit right now, and the ones who don’t and won’t ever know this blog exists… *sigh*)
