listening to Belle & Sebastian makes me feel British and not-lonely
"Week-ends" are more like "fun-starts"! Right?!
Keith came into the city on Sunday and we drank until the unified language hypothisi were bandied about as though we were Derrida and Bool at a campus mixer. That was fun. Although Jamie's presence was missed, as she was in the clutches of the corporate monolith which looms large in both of our-so-called-lives. Oh how that monolith clutches. With big square hands. Clutch, monolith, clutch...
Monday, I went to the 13 & God show which was so sweet all my teeth fell out on the dance floor. They played their entire album, and some new songs while I drank some of the most expensive beer I have ever had. I felt so good after the show I went out and got faced. Then I showed up to work at seven in the morning looking haggard and still smelling a little like fun. But the best part is that my hangover was so mild, it barely even registered. Even my post late night anxiety was favorably mild.
Now I am back at the grosstead, in my alloted cleanliness annex. I am really starting to warm up to this place.
Shit, I even have things to look forward to!: The J-Kob will be coming in a couple of days, AND The Ultimates #8 comes out tommorrow.
Also, from here on in the whole tip title thing will be dropped. It was a stupid conceit that I upheld for far longer than I should have.
Keith came into the city on Sunday and we drank until the unified language hypothisi were bandied about as though we were Derrida and Bool at a campus mixer. That was fun. Although Jamie's presence was missed, as she was in the clutches of the corporate monolith which looms large in both of our-so-called-lives. Oh how that monolith clutches. With big square hands. Clutch, monolith, clutch...
Monday, I went to the 13 & God show which was so sweet all my teeth fell out on the dance floor. They played their entire album, and some new songs while I drank some of the most expensive beer I have ever had. I felt so good after the show I went out and got faced. Then I showed up to work at seven in the morning looking haggard and still smelling a little like fun. But the best part is that my hangover was so mild, it barely even registered. Even my post late night anxiety was favorably mild.
Now I am back at the grosstead, in my alloted cleanliness annex. I am really starting to warm up to this place.
Shit, I even have things to look forward to!: The J-Kob will be coming in a couple of days, AND The Ultimates #8 comes out tommorrow.
Also, from here on in the whole tip title thing will be dropped. It was a stupid conceit that I upheld for far longer than I should have.
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