everyone just left my place.
i'm sitting in this post succesful gathering satisfaction.
and i'm glad that i've gotten over the weird aversion to hosting that i've always had.
i used to get really stressed out, and would generally avoid it.
i think, slowly, but definatly consciously, i've realized that nothing needs to be perfect.
you tell people that they'd better bring stuff cause you've got nothing. and they do.
so stress free!
i mean, so i have to clean for a few hours in the morning.
but who am i kidding. the ole apartment needs a little more than a light dusting.
its probably the only incentive for cleaning i'll ever get.