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:: Monday, May 05, 2003 ::

ok, in a nutshell:

1) A friend of mine played Jesus in a hip hop version of Jesus Christ Superstar. I will protect your identity, Sean "Shanice" MacEllphone, and not tell anyone. Seriously though, props to you for rockin' the camouflage!

2) I have sunk to a brand new low. I saw a concert last week- a popular singer with the initials Avril LeTeen. Damn, that shit was blurry... oh that must've been because I got free penthouse seats with a fridge full of beer and two bottles of ketel one vodka at my disposal... (and boy was I disposed)
So picture me overlooking a sea of little kids going apeshit over Advil Le-V.I.P.scene, martini in hand, pumping my fist to "Complicated".
Actually, don't picture it.

3) I seem to keep running into people I am acquainted w/but have nothing to say to... just wishing I could turn invisible. Today I saw an acquaintance of mine- I'm not necessarily buddy-buddy w.this cat, but we went to college together and he's a friend of a friend. Luckily I was in a passing car, so he didn't see me.... it's a good thing because it looked like he was in a heated argument w/his grilfriend and I think it would have been extremely akward if that was interrupted. He was gripping each of her arms, like he was going to shake her... fuck that shit. I am so out of there. Man, does that make me an asshole snob? I don't think so... well at least I'd be an invisible asssnob.




:: Ol Man Factory 5/05/2003 01:54:00 AM [+] ::
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