in my bedroom w/the doors locked

[frye]

ok, i know i live at the brd, but i can't help still be surprised by things at times. i know we have drug dealer neighbors, but since when do they talk to us or step foot in my apt? oh, oh i remember now, they do it when they're selling drugs to my roomate. wtf!? its like watching "scared straight," only there's no "ex" in front of "con" and instead of visiting them in prison they come to your apt. congrats to the inhabitants of the apt that is visited by random cars, for 30 seconds at a time, all day long...u've inspired me to reinstate the 2 nights a week of drinking plan and quit smoking for the 8th time.

the clap! clap! show was amazing...everyone i came with was glad they didn't miss it.