Azt Gondoltam, Esö Esik (I Thought It Was Raining)

[p0tat0es]

What's up. I'm chilling at home, drinking a Black Russian, and listening to some crazy Hungarian folk music. Went to Sapphire with the grrrlfriend tonight. We got into a conversation with the bartender about organ regeneration and the human genome project and things of that ilk.

I haven't decided which I find more bothersome: drunken yuppies or drunken white trash.

In other "news": I'm supposed to go see Traffic with Brian tomorrow, and then consume some brewskis afterward. This is dependent on whether or not he is over his current illness. If we do not partake in this activity, I fear that I will sit in my apartment all day and do nothing but watch tv, play my guitar like it was 1984, and surf the 'Net until my computer dies. Which is pretty much what I did today. I did make a field trip up to B'way to get food, and then stopped at Bauhaus for some coffee. Couldn't get a table inside for nothin', so i didn't stick around too long.

Has anyone else noticed that cigarettes actually taste like shit? And that they make your clothes smell really gross? And that despite the fact that most of us have been smoking for 8, 10, 12, 15 years, we still keep doing it?

Wow. That makes me want one.

Smoke up, Johnny.

Comments

[anmei.livejournal.com]

you WILL be taking my husband out tonight.
it has now become your civic duty.
i think he is drowning in the estrogen.

BTW pt. one. i have no idea how my phone called you. i thought it was the girl, but at ten-thirty?

BTW pt. two. did you burn it?

p.s i like you when you are sleep deprived.

[p0tat0es.livejournal.com]

I thought it might have been the girl too, but I dunno. And no, I didn't burn it, like I had planned. I disposed of it in a more traditional manner - I put it back where I found it.

Next time I'm sleep dep'ed, I'll be sure to call you (at 4 am).