The fated band that has spent many a night crashing on the floor of whichever inherent dwelling I claim recent is frolicking back into our hearts this Friday at the Blue Nile. Let us raise plastic cups in their honor, and furthermore, let us enjoy the following clip because it rules after the 36 second mark especially.
Anyway, I had a good time last night. I have some film homies who know how to throw down and some other fine peeps. Good people, good times.
Man, Carly is leaving my life for a while to voyage to law school. I will miss her more than a person eating a salisbury steak with frozen corn and weird, gelled cinnamon apples misses their dignity. It's true. So yeah, Sunday, it's goodbye party time to someone I love dearly. Let us stream tears so potent that the consistency is on par with gravy.
And, in parting, I did get one of the best birthday cards ever to be created by two of my best friends on the planet we claim as Earth. And prior to reading this card, let it be noted I took a nutrition course my freshman year at UNT that warned of the evils of partially hydrogenated oils that freaked me out for life. FOR LIFE.
Goodnight all, it's time to put on some pink cat pajama pants and cartwheel into the sheets.