Tonight was too much blast from the past. I got an e-mail from Sherry before stepping out the door, which was, don't get me wrong, quite fabulous. Then I went to a party that was pleasant and drunkery, but lots of people I didn't "super-click with", to quote myself (and to remind Shana of what I said). I spoke with people who had classes with me on sexuality and its discontents and freshman seminars. It was strange. Then on the cold streets of Andersonville, I skidded over icy sidewalks with a cigarette in my hand listening to the should-have-been Miss Iowa talk to me on my cell phone. She even got a letter of recommendation from Vanessa Williams after the fiasco but it wasn't enough -- she's exiled herself from the state.
Anyway, everyone should click HERE and listen to DJ Shadow's song "Six Days". It's my favorite new tune and I want to be him when I grow up.
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Anyway, everyone should click HERE and listen to DJ Shadow's song "Six Days". It's my favorite new tune and I want to be him when I grow up.
This post is brought to you by Svedka Vodka, the vodka of IKEA.