we've (cynthia, greg and I) have decided we're pathetic.
last night we gathered around midnight in cyn's tiny bathroom and had a tea party.
in discussing we realized that we're all grown teenagers and we're doing this on a friday night/into saturday morning.
we sat around discussing the world with strange accents while listening to Tea Time Poems by Emilie Autumn.
It was very nice, we enjoyed mint tea and then a batch of ginger tea.
the guest list included:
Myself (who provided the tea)
Cynthia (who provided the tea set)
Greg (who provided great company)
Sir Ratticus, the rat.
Father Pristine, the dead snake who lives in a box.
We had a jolly good time, we sat around singing,
"A very happy unbirthday to you!
"To me?"
"Yes you!"
and sang along to Emilie Autumn.
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