Something very interesting about myself, last night. Me+webcam+booze+the right crowd...I can barely keep my clothes on. Throw a felt tipped pen into the mix, and we've invented a whole new style of Drunken Debauchery.
Apparently certain parts of my anatomy, remind someone of girlscout cookies. I'm not sure whether to be flattered, or worried.
So, I was on cam all night last night, and miraculously, it did not steal my soul, nor did it steal my dignity (the key is, it's all about having the right crowd) BUT I'm still not gonna get one, for home. It would be a matter of time before complete nudity ensued, and that wouldn't be good for anyone.
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WHAT HAPPENS TO LILIJA AT 1:48 A.M
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