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Weirdest weekend. Saturday was a pretty much boys-only sample sale day (aside from my new fruity headband), for the men in my life who dress far better than me. Then it was onto a lovely, relaxing, delicious-jungle-juice-filled BBQ at Vincent Gallo's sister's boyfriend's home (saddest attempt ever at a name-drop, but it's funny and they were very welcoming and nice). Then we went to a private room karaoke party where Misha actually agreed to duet with me, on my 12-year-old-self's two favorite songs ("Wind of Change" and "Everything I Do [I do it for u]"). Then we left and were chased by a karaoke party attendee who (I guess?) was jealous that one of our group had been flirting with and left with a large breasted girl he had had his eye on. There was an almost FIGHT and then 20 minutes of waiting for this bizarre dude to be calmed down and convinced not to follow us. Then we ended the night playing ping pong on the 64th floor of the Empire State Building!!
Sunday I ate hibachis, in honor of my father and him bein' who he is. I was dissed severely by the sporatic B61 bus when coming home from NJ; god, I actually almost cried about public transportation.
Captain's Log 6/21/05. Sprats continues to hate me and becomes outraged when my nose gets close to him.
Sunday I ate hibachis, in honor of my father and him bein' who he is. I was dissed severely by the sporatic B61 bus when coming home from NJ; god, I actually almost cried about public transportation.
Captain's Log 6/21/05. Sprats continues to hate me and becomes outraged when my nose gets close to him.