Aug 14, 2005 17:28
"Visions of pills that put you in a loving trance
That make it possible for all white boys to dance..."
And it was in that very statement that Mr. Ben Folds (on stage) and I (4 rows back), on the eve of August 7th, locked eyes, shared a glance, then a smile and acknowledged that we were cut from the same Caucasian cloth.
School starts soon, and I've been working like crazy all summer. I think it's time to cut back some, and start packing all the fun I possibly can into the next 3 weeks - fuck the finances, I need to play!
That is all.