Even though I know nobody ever reads my journals... maybe I'll get lucky *

I reluctantly got talked into going to MFF again and then today my so-called 'friends' kicked me out of the room! Worst part is, the con hadn't even started this time!

So, here I am with a nonrefundable worst-class ticket, a suitcase full of semi-clean laundry and (of course) no place to stay!

Won't someone take pity on me and grant me 15 square feet of Hyatt floor space ( in the closet or under the sink is fine...even the balcony could be negotiated). I have money for my share of the room, (cuz I took all my beer bottles back), and I will bring my own bar of soap (just on the chance that the one that comes with the room might get used by someone else).

I promise not to cause too much drama** and will probably not even be in the room much at all except to sleep off the hangovers and I'll probably spend a fair amount of time huddled up in one corner having a nice, quiet sulk.

The guy who lives in my head (or is it vice-versa?) is actually a pretty decent guy for a human being and may actually talk to you and have fun and stuff. I don't know how he does it. Email me at dramallama (AT SIGN) disposable.com and I'll have him get ahold of you. Room needed Th- Sun and he's got cash and references if needed. Also booze.











*yeah, and maybe monkeys will fly out of my butt



**A Drama Llama's promises are only good at the moment they are made.