gothikmaus | WHAT THE F*** (Reply)

Christ. So, tomorrow night we want to have a dinner to celebrate our friends' success at the festival, right? No one else could, so I'm hosting the "event" (hey, I'm the president of the fanclub, that's my duty!) The original idea was to do something with just a few people, but it looks like there will be more than 20 fucking people. I can't prepare anything tonight, as I have to go and help dismantel the local festival (damn them) and, when I get home, I'll need to do the ironing. And everything must be sparkling clean afterwards, because my parents are coming back from the seaside on Wednesday and my mother would get a heart attack if she doesn't find the house exactly like she left it.

I'm gonna DIE.