it is hard to convince people you're a mildly expressed introvert when you are dancing up a storm at a party to cindy lauper's version of i drove all night. in fact, i think i failed.
here i am, cutting UP the dance floor. and taking a selfie at the same time. one word: selfobsessedphotographicgenius.


last night i went to strongerlight's flat's party. and had the time of my life. i drank mulled wine. lots of it actually. more than i probably should have.


lots of my favourite people were there. and other people whom i'd never before met. which is always awesome. one person at the party even let me wear his special hutt boys tie. when i say let, i mean that i kind of just took it off him and got someone to show me how to put it on. and i learned i look super hot in a tie. well, i assume super hot. i didn't actually look at myself in the mirror but i'm assuming i looked superhot, because i felt superhot. (i'm trying this new thing at work where i power dress. this is because in meetings people assume i'm there to take minutes. when hello... i rule the school. so i'm going kdlang corporate. ties. suits. etc...)

i danced. i talked ties. i got to pretend the king of france was my boyfriend and to fake break up with him. i also got hugs, and hello i love hugs. and i got to be a bit mortified at my lack of social skills and apologise afterwards. all around a great night. i can't wait for the next party. but because i AM actually introverted i probably wont be too demanding about it.