NOTHING! we sat around watching back issues of "the boondocks" and drinking beers. there were like three of us. why, when i turned twenny. . .i. . .um. . .did even less. but hey, i lived at my parents house. so probly i had a some sort of righteous "foodstuffs" and a baked cheesecake. (this in contrast to the one whose recipe--some sorta "no bake cheesecake"--is often on the back of "philadelphia brand cream cheese".) it was, however, easy to get to sleep, cos all the kids went home at like ten. I THOUGHT YOUNG 'UNS WERE SPOSETA PARTY LIKE ROCK STARS!!!! guess i was "noncorrect".
trivia last night. . .apparently there's some sort of reason why "trivial" means, actually, "whole types of useless". but fun. there were a) lots of people who b) knew each other, which makes me way "disuncomfortational" cos i knew, precisely, 1.35 other people in the joint. one was the friend by whom i had been coerced into joining said soiree, .25 was the erstwhile booker of a club inside which an old band i was in oncetuponatime useta play and .1 was this girl whose two wheeled bicycle i may or may not have fixed, but whom i remembered from some sort of "interactation" at my bicycle related job in the past 1-22.5 weeks, who "concidentationally" was one of our "teamsters". i did, "contrarian" to what i may appear to have felt, have fun. my friend and i "slayed" the music section and i "rocked" some "correctational" answers in the geography "biz". our other "teamsters" didn't know where kamchakta is and thought pink floyd's "money" was actually the theme song from "where the wild things is". none of my fellow "teamsters" had heard of chad ocho cinco and I TOTALLY KNOW WHO HE IS!!!!! this all boosted my ego precisely 3.8%. at the end of the evening i was so confident in my "biz" that i told my friend if she wanted to "do something" (my actual words. ach.) on sunday, we probly could. she said she "might be sleeping". i think what she really wanted to do was sing to me cheap trick's power anthem "i want you to want me". i can tell this cos she followed up her comment with a quick "exeunt" and then called in sick to work today. and y'all knows't dat means.
one fake homeless person at a time.
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WELL! (And that's a deep thought.....) The reluctant excursion into the social milieu right in your own living space wasn't the deep sludge you expected --- almost 2.5 star fine? And to think I sorta know such a champion trivialist!!! Right here in River City!
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