||[Jul. 14th, 2001|03:04 pm]
and the saga continues. Wes and I went to BD Riley's (again) and harrassed the waitress. The typical conversation went like this:|
"Can I get you something to drink?"
Worked out well, though. We hung out, bemoaned fate. You know, the usual. Skipped out a bit early and went to watch Neverwhere (The BBC series) at Wes's. Drank some amerreto (sans sour), and fell asleep.
I like wearing large bright suits and slicking my hair back when I go out. Something about it amuses me. But even more enertaining is waking up the next morning. Shirt half-untucked, gelled hair in dissarray, suit slightly crumpled. That's when the absudity of life really hits home and you can almost feel yourself turning along with the Earth, as it dances its mad dance across space.