Snip it Doc. Snip it hard.

Q: Do my friends love karaoke?
A: Do people with trichotillomania compulsively pull their hair out?
Q: ....Do they?
A: HELL FREAKING YES THEY DO

Lying on my bed, talking to Wheel's about fakies for the 10000th time, into my 41st hour of sleep deprivation, and posting my 3rd consecutive catch-up blog. Fuck I'm tired T____T.

Friday began horribly. I discovered that sleeping in your toga is not entirely unlike wearing a portable bed. But regardless, Matthew's place is like freaking freezing and my jiblets wanted mittens.

I half-hung overly waddled towards my bus stop, when I remembered my plans of inviting a select group out to some nice pleasent KARAOKE. I was clearly not in any state to karaoke, or interact with humans at all for that matter. But some inner instinct/being coult not resist a session of karaoke.

Met up with Rachel, Kirby, Sam, Maha & his introverted Sri Lankan, and rocking up a fashionable 30 mins late, Killoran. Sam Lee, karaoke enthusiast, decided upon a solid 2 hour session. I handled the bookkeeping matters, and obviously charmed the Korean owner lady, as she gave us 40 mins free time. Maybe she smelt Renkert's doggy on me?

The next few hours, we knocked classic after classic from the charts. Rachel had to pilgrimage to her mosque because she's a jew now and left the party early. lamee :(

Although we didn't use all of our alotted 2 hours 40 mins scream sess, I believe popping Kirby & Killoran's Karaoke cherry was satisfying enough.

We must go again :)