Might describe me, too, but I do leave the apartment for more than just "obsessive interests" (sometimes, you just have to) and I am trying to get a social life beyond the 'net. Lack of self motivation and the question of "how" are my two stumbling blocks.

I dunno, I get the feeling the party's more or less over at this point. You know that time, you know what I mean - it's sometime around 10 AM, you're waking up with the headache from hell and somehow your underwear is ten feet away from you - and wet.

You try to conjure up memories of the events of the previous night, but when you see the four-hundred-pound naked chick, you decide it's best forgotten.

You collect your belongings (almost invariable leaving something behind) and get the hell out of there before anyone else remembers.

aaah the march of shame...

Maybe you're right... but you didn't get any cake O-o? And who did you wake up next to then O-o?

Party Brunch Time in Happy Cappy Ville..
Time to patrol the horse traught[sp?] and garden roses for stranglers i need of remedy and CPR.

if the shoe fits wear it home...

And then there are stories like these that make me think I'm better off in my current situation. :/

Quick M'Ji hide the forgotten items in your BP.. Lost and Found.

Spin arms dance on one foot in circle Driving Pre test.. ok you can drive bye bye.

I don't know what you're talking about, that never happened.

Hort is not a pokemon! >_<
Getto! Getto! Getto noZe!!!

Is that a dance or a very strange pat down? They do tickle, I could see reacting that way.

Getto noZe. . . <____>

Dear Capulet.

Wear pants.

o.o;

-blinks-

-tugs at pants and begins nibbling the bottom of them- ^~^