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2003-06-28 - 3:42 p.m. shut up, and smoke - X hey, X was the fucking shit, last night! so, so good. the only thing that slightly irked me was the fact that they didn't even mention the fact that this was a rescheduled show. john doe didn't even apologize. it's not the end of the world, but you've got hard core fans (they're not the most commercial band in the world) and, well whatever. damn that john doe. he had me at hello. we had drinks at the san souci before. it was a mad house as per usual, but oh so much fun. i love that bar. today, we got up at 9 and got busy in the yard: mowing, weed pulling, and hanging up these awesome new planters along the covered walkway leading up to the front door. pat, our neighbor was out and matt noticed she was watching. he asked what was up, and she replied, "oh, just enjoying the view". referring to his shirtless state, i'm sure. he reddened, and my heart flip flopped. pat's super cool though. she doesn't mean anything. she's always making little comments about matt and i. totally harmless. i mean, yeah, it's still embarrassing, but whatever. my neighborhood is pretty mellow. families mostly, and a handful of original homeowners. it's still the quiet 'hood i grew up in for the most part. i've felt nauseous all day. i'm not hungover cuz i only had 2 drinks. i had breakfast, and i got a decent night's rest. i have no idea what's upsetting my tummy. *OMG, "tummy" sounds so lame* anyway, when i asked matt if he felt anything, he asked why. when i told him how i was feeling, the smartass said, "maybe you're pregnant". such a fucking smartass, i swear. later |
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