Sunday, Dec. 29, 2002 - 8:31 pm
Now Playing: Of Montreal "Nicki Lighthouse"
So much to say, so little time to say it. My computer at home is acting funny, so I can't update from there. I have to squeeze in entries while I'm at work.
I've taken the liberty of unlocking my diary. The main reason I locked it in the first place is no longer a concern of mine. And I seriously doubt that little heartbreaker even checks this stuff out anymore. Not my diary entries anyways...I'm just a fuck.
CDs to report on. Megan to fawn over. Weekend plans to discuss and sort out. Way too much to do here and now. But tomorrow while I'm at work I think I'll have time to update more thoroughly.
Rev. Horton Heat tomorrow night. After party immediately following at the Double Down Saloon featuring yours truly, and my band of rag tag DJs. Hope to see you there.
"Well, smoking gives you cancer but it looks so fucking tough. The steriods made him flaccid but your boyfriend got so buff."
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