so, last night rachel randomly took me to a XXX sex themed party - which only turned out to mean that a few people wore only red boxers. and some people possibly had sex upstairs, i'm sure, but i had nothing to do with any of that. instead i drank not so much sake and smoked too many cigarettes and danced way too ridiculously to lots of 80s and indie dance. there were a ridiculous amount of attractive girls and boys there (and i can never tell if i should feel intimidated by this. my self deprecating nature hints that i should). and a ridiculous amount of people who i recognized from my jaunts through friendster (i admit it! sorry! though i still keep my friend's list to one so as not to perpetuate it! (as an aside, the friendster kids are nice. it is just friendster itself that i hate)).

anyway. artfags and punks and a few hippies. i'm starting to realize that i don't even have a subculture to fit into. except fabulous, of course.