DJ'd at Montego's Saturday night. I stayed relatively sober. The strippers got drunk. One of them vomited in the dressing room, which wasn't a catastrophe except for the fact that the dressing room is next to the DJ booth. The girl apologized for being so drunk, but I couldn't really expect her to stay coherent for more than three hours into her six hour shift.
I'm eating Hot Tamales candy right now. I'm always trying to avoid sugar, but damn I love Hot Tamales.
Is it okay if I don't like Nickelback? I mean, you can, but I'll do without. Thanks!
Holy fucking shit... do the news stations love anything more than a hurricane? Is there nothing else going on in the world that we need up to the minute reports that it's raining and windy somewhere in Mexico? The only thing that would make CNN happier is if a Panda was somehow born in the middle of the storm. That's what they need. A hurricane over a zoo where a panda is being born in a bathroom stall next to the one in which Lindsay Lohan is doing cocaine on a mirror propped on Anna Nicole Smith's corpse.
goochout.
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