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10:59am
last night was just the kinda sat nite i needed. after a futile attempt to meet up with my little bro (he was at mcsorley's and sorry, but waiting in a line outside a straight irish pub full of nyu students? nigga please.), seeing good friends and making new friends (all these lovely folks in my 'hood, who knew?), discussing the ins and outs of relationships past and present, surprise wake-up blowjobs (google, you are my bitch), fucking straight guys up the ass, the insecurities associated with 3ways, the usual waxing and waning you do at a bar called dick's.
i have mtv2 on but everything is bad so i mute it and gingerly (my head is still throbbing from bud lites) place ipod earphones on and alternate between the two. i can't seem to stop listening to stuff like pitiful, she fuckin hates me, prayer, i feel fine—this is probably what middle school girls, like the ones that i used to have crushes on (when i was also in middle school, pervs) and who my mom was afraid would make me start smoking, listen to now. maybe this is what happens when you suppress the urge to download limp bizkit mp3s (again with the googling). i should be listening to the streets, or the strokes, or the vines, or some other "the" band. when my amazon shipment of cassius, poulenc, underworld, corigliano, and FUCKIN SAINT ETIENNE HAS A NEW ALBUM arrives next week, i'll be able to put the pieces back together.
till then, a quick rundown of last night's denizens, in alphabetical order just like thirtysomething used to do: andyschest. bazima. choire. jonno. mr trinity. neuroticjew. revolutionfreedom. sturtle. uffish. also, blogstalker is posting again and boy is it a doozie.
time for the gym, because i was dumb enough to book my first episode with my femme fatale danish trainer at 7am on thursday, and i gots to represent. well, maybe i'll watch martha's kitschen first. i really am kinda butch.
oh, and i seem to be dating again. had a crazy blind date on monday that brought up all sorts of ancient history. i'm still figuring out what to say/do/think about all of it, but y'know, if enquiring minds wanna know, holla back.
and one more thing: tattoo is scheduled for november 30, 4pm.
posted October 27, 2002 in delivery. 2004