Before the damn party

So, here I am. Getting bored at the Internet when I could be doing something productive. I've got a party later on, but I don't really feel like going. Anyway, I know the girls will come home and make me go even if that means they will have to drag my misery all over the place. They're so anoying sometimes! But they are also the only ones who make me come out off my goddamn shield, so I just can't go mad with them, though they are probably gonna dance all night long, as I stay possed up like a tree in a corner.

I hate parties. Why the hell I keep on going to them?