morning

I guess I ended up having a decent time last night despite the mixups. Although I really shouldn't be up now, but I had a sharp pain in my chest around 8 or so and lying down made it worse.
( Party last night... )

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So I've been reading Woody Allen's Side Effects, which is a collection of short stories from the early 70s or so. And they're all great and hilarious, each one is about a neurotic Jew and his shiksa girlfriend or something. I kind of want to write one except from the other viewpoint, just so I can have the following line:

"He was gone, gone forever. She stared at her pillowcase, covered in his shedding hair, each one a testament to testosterone."

"where it's always 1997"

The last time I turned on The End, they were playing "Smoke Two Joints" by Sublime. The night before when I turned it on, they were playing "Santeria" by Sublime. Earlier in the day, they were playing "Wrong Way" by Sublime. And the time before THAT they were playing some crap by Jimmy Eat World, but the next song was "Summertime" by - guess who.

nothing like it

Boy, when you step on a piece of glass and cut your driving foot, there ain't nothing like French house to lift your spirits right up the door.

(And the can of Red Bull didn't hurt either.)