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I went to Ten Commandments on Saturday, which was kinda fun. It would have been better if I didn't feel alone and slightly alienated (am I just really shy?) and if they didn't play some 70's dancehall/dub that was not that fun to dance to and doesn't seem to keep right with the theme. I believe it's because Patek P DJ'd in the place of Darren Sexton. The Motown and soul was great, though, and lots of people danced.
I walked most of the way there because there were lots of bad drivers/rude people out (I guess because it was July 5th and people wanted to continue their 4th of July celebrations i.e. alcohol, idiocy, fireworks) and when I arrived at the Barbary I had to pee so bad that I sucked it up and peed in the clogged toilet, right on top of an old turd.
Nonetheless I will return in August when hopefully Darren will be back and older reggae will be played.
Yesterday, I didn't go to the gym (surprise!) or treat myself to any shopping beyond food bought at Trader Joe's and Whole Foods. I stayed home, took naps, had fucked-up dreams, and walked Monster in the rain much to her dismay.
On the topic of fucked-up dreams, I dreamt that I flushed Leslie's dog Esmerelda down the toilet, then that I was in a movie where a girl was being possessed by evil spirits, and then late last night/ early this morning, I dreamt that one of my teeth fell out and took my gums with it, and then half of my jaw fell off. I read somewhere that dreams like the last one could be resulting from stress; I'd believe it.
As I get ready for work, I'll leave on this note:
I wrote an open letter and posted it on my MySpace blog. It's written to guys who I like who aren't interested back, which is actually every guy I think is cute/interesting. I think that may be my last step in lameness in the romance department for a while as I think I should just give up on looking to get a date for a while because it's pretty pathetic.
I walked most of the way there because there were lots of bad drivers/rude people out (I guess because it was July 5th and people wanted to continue their 4th of July celebrations i.e. alcohol, idiocy, fireworks) and when I arrived at the Barbary I had to pee so bad that I sucked it up and peed in the clogged toilet, right on top of an old turd.
Nonetheless I will return in August when hopefully Darren will be back and older reggae will be played.
Yesterday, I didn't go to the gym (surprise!) or treat myself to any shopping beyond food bought at Trader Joe's and Whole Foods. I stayed home, took naps, had fucked-up dreams, and walked Monster in the rain much to her dismay.
On the topic of fucked-up dreams, I dreamt that I flushed Leslie's dog Esmerelda down the toilet, then that I was in a movie where a girl was being possessed by evil spirits, and then late last night/ early this morning, I dreamt that one of my teeth fell out and took my gums with it, and then half of my jaw fell off. I read somewhere that dreams like the last one could be resulting from stress; I'd believe it.
As I get ready for work, I'll leave on this note:
I wrote an open letter and posted it on my MySpace blog. It's written to guys who I like who aren't interested back, which is actually every guy I think is cute/interesting. I think that may be my last step in lameness in the romance department for a while as I think I should just give up on looking to get a date for a while because it's pretty pathetic.