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I had a pretty good weekend for once. Friday, Jason came over after work, which was at like 11:30 at night so we pretty much watched The Shining and went to bed. Saturday we went to his house so he could do laundry, and we watched "Stop Making Sense" (the Talking Heads DVD) which was awesomely fun. Everyone should watch it. David Byrne is adorable. Then he made me spaghetti... mmm... and then we went to my house and drank way too much wine and headed over to Arifs, for his birthday party. And also, that was the worst party ever in life. Fucking yuppies. And the whole time me and Jason were weirded out by these fucking yuppie assholes so I left to go home and drink with Sarah and watch Bridget Jones' Diary (woo super cool, leaving a party to drink and watch romantic comedies in my livingroom!) but Jason stayed because he promised Arif he would, and then he got really drunk and I woke up at 3am to him making a big ruckus trying to set down a hat on my dresser. And then Sunday he was very hung over, so he slept in my room all day while me and Sara went to go get cake and onion rings, then she hung out till about 5 and Jason eventually recovered and we laid around watching movies all night and it was awesome.
And you're rolling
In the blender
With me.
And I can love you
Like a color
TV.
And you're rolling
In the blender
With me.
And I can love you
Like a color
TV.