Oct 14, 2005 11:04
Five hours ago I arrived at home after chugging Jameson on the rocks (I ordered a double shot and the bartender poured me a very large and very full glass with almost no ice) and dodging flashbulbs only to collapse on my couch for a fitfull two hours of sleep.
I should not be awake now.
I might be on www.lastnightsparty.com. Is that a good thing? Is that the lamest thing that I've ever writen? The jury is out.
I was told last night that "ugly is the new beautiful." By a Columbia grad with an agelic face. I'm not sure what he was trying to say.
I feel bad that Ruben didn't really enjoy himself.