etc. etc. etc.
i stayed at omar's last night. so did monique & slavko (friends of ours). we fell asleep around five a.m., only to be woken up by the majority of omar's screaming family. apparently they needed to go somewhere, & this somewhere could only be gone to at eleven a.m.
read my keys, family:
WE NEED TO FUCKING SLEEP. after a day like yesterday, anyone would be exhaused. but NO, that doesn't matter.
...sighhh.
i have a confession to make.
i have a new love:
...of course, the ones we use are far dingier, not to mention they're located in sleazy billiard lounges in the city with poor lighting, if any. i absolutely love it.
& i'm good at it!
finally, i have a talent!
i was quite proud of yesterday's game. while omar was busy watching a movie on the t.v. hanging from the ceiling, i sunk six of my balls & the eight ball, completely kicking his ass. (ladies & gentlemen, this is what we call 'cleaning the table'. i am invincible.)