cigarette and cigarette and cigarettes, etc....

rock and roll hell is the only way to describe so many of the strange occurences from last night.


*excerpt from conversation*
boy - i'm really giving in bed, but nothing enhances self - pleasure like pornography. it's really dangerous to have digital cable on demand.
me - you're nice. i need a break.
boy - we'll talk later (while touching my arm!)

cheif ikes should be really happy with the hipster turnout. rei zou really is everybodys favorite band. definitely they are ac's favorite band. i mean, they're amazing. why can't they play every weekend? weird war is just that - weird and seemingly at war. however, liz and meg are working on a sociology project re: their selling of extreme amounts of merch. so we might have to go to another show. which means we might have to stay out really late. and maybe even walk home in the pouring rain again.

see you in hell, kingpin!

today it is still raining, therefore i have a headache.
it is a good day to be thinky, and that is making the headache worse.
i would like to be home in my bed, talking to rishi and liz crow on the phone, listening to the tindersticks, and some smog, eating soup.