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busdriver is my friend again! in retrospect i realize maybe i was even somewhat like those girls, trying to groupy-soup it up with him. the crowd was rather emo, and i did say i was a ‘big fan’. i cringe about that these days.

anyway i think i have another chance to make a better impression when he comes back around may 7th. we’ll see. in the meantime i am on a mission to make some of my own music.

i saw some pretty cute pictures of my now almost three-month-old niece.

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see! i told you she was cute. sometimes it’s painful being so far from such cute nieces. i try not to think about it too often. i talked to zab on easter and she gurgled a bit.

i had oh so much fun this weekend at j and b’s wedding. touching, cute, simple, awesome. the 4 hours in between the wedding and reception were spent at the c & s club, so, it was a crazy reception. i got spilled on about 5 times, twice my fault. i thought i was going to eat a mozzarella stick but it was really an awesome/odd-shaped chicken finger? it was great!

so i saw freaky light in his car man again. i saw him from afar and wondered if he was a cop. surely enough it was him with his stone cold face of intensity.

i did not know that the rappish song with some lyrics like ‘now if it wasn’t for the bronx this rap #^& probably never would be goin on, so tell me where you from’ was from a steely dan song! oh my. i love hearing the originals.

some of my friends home brew and i want to get down with that. someday.

1 comment

1 paola { 04.16.07 at 5:28 pm }

Oh, emo crowd, how I miss thee. With your side-swept bangs, dyed hair, and interesting do’s that hit the eye so painfully. You’re always where the hype is at, (even if the artists are trash). A band’s second CD is NEVER as good as the first, which, incidentally, you knew about/heard before anyone else. You’re oh so tragically hip, so lets make out in a fit of promiscuity that stems from your overwhelming desire to physically relieve your “pain”. (Pain may or may not be due to the hardships of being a member of middle-class suburbia). Or to physically perpetuate it. Who fucking knows, you’re all whores.

Hi, amandoo! are the emos going to attack me with hair products now? i’m scared.

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