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2005-11-04 - 12:04 p.m. I bet bilbys can't go to the bar It’s in the 60s here in Chicago. It was yesterday, it is today, and will be tomorrow. And there is much rejoicing, no!? Last night after work, because I have no place to be, I chain-smoked for about 45 minutes outside of my work building, enjoying the warm air and watching the tourists haul their bags of crap from the Disney store and American Girl. Lots of unfortunate mom jeans. People talk to you a lot more when you have a cigarette hanging out of your mouth I decided. I didn’t have that much human interaction all day and here I found myself having chats with everyone I never knew. And I wasn’t even annoyed by it! I think I am going to fuck shit up with LP tonight. LDW at the Darkroom happens tonight and we have wild eyes, we do. I hope they have the beer garden open tonight. They must! Back to more spending too much time on myspace. Why do the weirdos holding their toddlers who have no other myspace friends write me and say "ur sexy" like all day? Or the shitass bands—stop asking me to be your friend! Just please stop. I should change my name to "IfUAreABandDoNotAskMeToBeYourFriend". Lates. made by: sundaygirl |
