happy august.

I’m somewhat regretting going out last night—not that I’m hung-over or anything today but I just regret going out because I didn’t get to give hi-fives to Sauce sad clown face.

Too late now–I had fun though with BNY [in our little pedi-cart]–and I had a really fun time walking 35 blocks.

I’m still creeped out by the fact that Terminal 5 is Exit.

Exit!

That place definitely sucked out a large portion of my brain.

That video about sums it up…and it’s probably 9am when those people are dancing.

Nonsense.

You don’t know what degeneration is until you dance for 13 hours straight and leave a club at 10am the next day.

That sort of behavior is mega-wonks and irregular.

Anyhoo—I came to the conclusion that I really don’t like concerts, unless it’s Mew or someone I really, really like.

And all the people I like are far off, so the likelihood of them coming hither is slimslams.

Oy vey – oy vey.

I just need to make it through the next 8 hours and everything will be gravy boats and spaghetti.

Kisses and hamburger meat for now…

~ by ninamazing on August 1, 2008.