so that's that. now on to the trite!
i'm listening to depeche mode's 101 right now. this album is so freaking awesome; it's the soundtrack of me at 15.
moxie motive played a 20-minute set on kexp's live show from
i had a really good weekend, considering i was pretty sick and had no business going out, much less drinking. the dayquil package said "avoid alcohol," which i loosely interpreted as "take it easy, champ" rather than "combining the two will fuck you up." click here for a page dedicated to denis leary's rants and scroll down to the part about nyquil. as of about 6 pm tonight i seriously thought that i had caused permanent brain damage, i was in such a downsy fog. went to the hideout/touch-and-go records block party with pos friday night. we saw girls against boys, ted leo + pharmacists, and !!!. i have zero recollection of gvsb, i really dug the ted leo song "the ballad of the sin father" and !!! were awesome. i totally adore "pardon my freedom," which they played. i only had a few beers at the show and then one more at the bar afterwards and i was totally woozy. dayquil + beer = bad idea.
my sickness continued all weekend long, but i still managed to make it to see little miss sunshine (funny) and to tb and js' party, where marley, after a few laps of foster's, became even more retarded than i was feeling. eb asked if the foster's was in honor of steve irwin. hahahaha. sad. i was supposed to go with eb to find her a wedding dress on sunday but all of the shops she looked into are by-appointment-only and close early, and we're not typically by-appointment-only kind of girls, so we bought some bridal magazines and cut out photos of dresses that we liked. it was very fifth-grade-collage of us. she and sf drove me home after dinner and told me to go to bed, because i was just a slow sick mess. can't wait until i'm over this. damn you, ernesto.
jk sent me this link - apparently another white buffalo was born on the same exotic animal farm in my hometown that miracle the white buffalo was born at in 1994. it was a big deal then - something about sacred native american significance. i'm not totally well-versed in the matter because in 1994 i fucking hated my white (buffalo) trash hometown and the thought of a buffalo burger made me angry (former vegetarian). here is a choice quote from the farmer, when asked about the new white buffalo's father: "We just turned him into Hamburger Helper." also, miracle is now sitting in their giftshop, stuffed. great. now i have a new totally lame point of reference whenever anyone asks me where i am from. if anyone cares this time around.
getting fired over email is the new getting dumped over the phone: it's just never appropriate.
my wireless connection is kinda fucked right now so i'm just going to (try to) post. that's what i get for stealing an unsecured signal. i believe in internet karma (i kept mine unsecured at my last apartment, and tc, who lived downstairs, enjoyed free use, so i don't feel bad. besides, everyone knows that the internet should be free anyway).