where's the damn coconut

I dragged SF to a party yesterday, it was boring until after 11 (yet another proof of the 11-o'clock-rule) but then things got more interesting. The two of us got kinda separated and the gossip that later ensued was... epic. She stayed over at my place so we had all the time in the world to discuss everything. I really like those moments when you're all giggly and silly and life's just good.

Plus I had a really deep *cough* discussion on male porn preferences which was very enlightening. Like why guys don't really like gays but welcome lesbians any time.

No hangover today, thank God. Apparently there's a prayer for that.

I woke up pretty early today and really felt like making something tasty for breakfast (note the three miracles occurring: 1. I woke up early after a party; 2. I wanted to have breakfast; 3. I was in a condition to actually get up and concoct something).

So I made pancakes. Very improvised pancakes mind you, there was only a single egg in the fridge and i had used up most of the milk for a banana shake (good for hangovers), but they turned out just fine, surprisingly. I should do this more often :)

/P.