totally not at all like twelve-year-old girls having a slumber party.

So strangecobwebs slept over at my place last night (on my air mattress, which is also where I was sleeping, because she is the temporarily homeless one but I'm the one who doesn't own a bed).

So we were lying in bed, talking about Pete Wentz in short-shorts and a tool belt (like you do) and then, as if in answer, Christine's sidekick starts playing the porn-music ringtone named "Chimps on Mars."


Make of that what you will.