Ugh. Residual White Castle carnage on the coffee table. Never a good sign.
A lot of unprotected texts last night.
My friend Kelly has informed me that 1 out of every 4 people have a textually transmitted disease.
I need a phone chaperone in the after hours. And a helmet! —-
If I had an iPhone, I’d get this! HOLY FUCKING AWESOMETOWN!
I’m seriously phonin’ this one in today, guys. The gerbils that operate my brain are sprawled out the on the couch with hangovers. Synapses not connecting properly.
Typing is hard.
I’m talking to Brian Niesz a.k.a. Benis on IM and just told him: “Tequila is the nectar of the gods. And whores!”
We’ve developed some sexually astute slogans for the weekend. If you’re around us, you’ll get an ear full. It can’t be stopped.
GRASS at Neihoff Studio on Short Vine. DO IT!
DANCE_MF 04.04.09 RAZZURRECTION at Northside Tavern
I’m going to go die now.
Next week, I’m going to talk about how musician face equals sex face!
Unless I change my mind.