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1:10 a.m. // 16 September 2003 When I told D. this evening, "They made your bedroom smell like BOY," I meant it like: "Your bedroom smells like a couple of sweaty ol' hard-drinkin', hard-rockin', chain-smokin' bandmates on tour." But in fact as it later turns out I should have said: "Your bedroom smells like... BOY! Did a really drunk houseguest piss the mattress?!" !!!!!!!%&$*^@@#%#!!!!!!!!!!!! [Not actually raging mad, just wanting to tell the story.] � |