good times
i went to a party. i didn't even know anyone (with the exception of the host). and i had fun. who'd a thunk? the people watching was fuckin' fabulous. sad drunk hippy boy who was afraid that everyone was talking about what a man whore he is. the official boob squeezer and photographer. the old out-of-synch professors. a few different sets of them. rare music guy -- the one with all the b sides of records and bootlegs (i impressed the hell out of him when i mentioned that i saw r.e.m. perform word-up at a concert). there were more amusements. for such an intimate party, this thing really rocked.
i look forward to going to my job. and not just because of the free coffee. although i do have to edjumacate the youngsters on the finer points of breakdance moves. kids these days.
tonight i'm hangin' out with a friend. we'll be searching out good sushi. and whatever else strikes our fancy. i'm guessing that chocolate of some sort might come in to play.
i look forward to going to my job. and not just because of the free coffee. although i do have to edjumacate the youngsters on the finer points of breakdance moves. kids these days.
tonight i'm hangin' out with a friend. we'll be searching out good sushi. and whatever else strikes our fancy. i'm guessing that chocolate of some sort might come in to play.