Apr 27, 2005 00:48
Two buck chuck: otherwise known as the make-out drug. Pour some in my glass and watch me fumble around, falling into laps and falling into lips. Maybe it was the open mic, lit by white streams of lights that set the smoky red room into a room of sensual helplessness. But really it was just damn funny. What a Saturday night. I have since decided that shitty two buck chuck wine is my favorite comedian and a great companion at every event. But make sure it doesn’t stick around in the morning cause the head ache is unbearable.
This week is a week of procrastination and hatred of male dominated conversation.
Next week it will be arthritis and a dusty throat. (five papers and no time to talk)
So as it were good night.