sweat, sweat, sweat.
so, first things first. the dude who was going to buy my car turned out to be a con artist (or, wannabe con artist, because he didn't fool me!). lame. sarah ann's boobs kept popping out all night at the pearl, which would have been amusing, if i were that evil. the new art brut is great. as is of montreal's companion 5 song ep to hissing fauna, are you the destroyer? i have to start working on this coffee table painting for the show next month. procrastination be damned! and, it's damn hot right now. didn't i move because i couldn't take the heat and wanted to get out of the kitchen? yeah, i did.