Oh god.... THE SUN. It's so bright.
Anyway, I find myself hungover and once again left unimpressed by Diddy dancing skills and excessive self-promotion via Twitter. Maybe I am wrong, but it seems un-cool to dance on a table in a club with "@iamdiddy" signs plastered all over the wall. Like I said, maybe I am wrong. Diddy throws a lame party; there should have been free Ciroc FOR ALL. Instead, I had two NINE DOLLAR Heinekens and an eleven-dollar Maker's and ginger. That doesn't even make any sense. I am also mad that Diddy did not invite me to the
after after party to enjoy Ciroc and lemonade and loud hip hop music. I had on a nice shirt.
I'm going to take a cue from my cats and lay around senseless for another hour before I have to shower and pretend I care about Jesus. I didn't even know what was so ~good~ about Good Friday until yesterday (hint: nothing). In the meantime, enjoy this video that I like for several entirely superficial reasons: they named their band after me, they have cool lights, this song is really long, that one guy rocks the "airy fro", and they make good music to dance like a caveman to. Oh, and I like rocks and The Night, both of which this video has in abundance.
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Time to have some hair of a dog. I was bitten by several dogs last night, one of which smelled suspiciously of urine...as does my left shoe.