midnight: BK and i decided to have a little arts and crafts fun. With a stolen eyeliner pencil, we drew on each other's faces, squirming and giggling and in some cases crying. I transformed BK into my greatest masterpiece: a japanese boy with spiky eyelashes, a french mustache and goatee with a marylin monroe beauty mole. I on the other hand was a stuttering, aging old mess- with premature wrinkles inhabiting my forehead, an outrageous mustache, an attractive butt chin and eye bags that fell to the bottoms of my very round cheeks. After satisfying ourselves in a drunken laughter, we decided to attack e with whiskers, tears, and a unibrow. Oh what a trio we were!