Yet another bananas week ahead. I can not believe that Labor Day is Monday. In fact, I'm refusing to believe in. I mean, it's just a same old Monday to be really but for a change everyone else'll be off too.
VMA fever is trying to catch on. I swear, I haven't been so blah about one of those shows in years. When I was younger, I used to be obsessed with it. We would run down to Radio City and watch the arrivals and now I'd be clueless if I happened to pass through the crowds. Madonna and Twitney "singing" together on sta....*snore* Oh, sorry, what was I talking about? Still, I'm all stoked about the $8.28 dinner special. Food is something I care about. I'm kinda interested in catching something at Katz or Oliva for cheap. Oliva, btw, is where my Gael Garcia Bernal bizarro works. Plus two of my friendsters are throwing an afterparty at where else.
I was chatting with one of those Friendsters outside the place Monday. He pretty much explained the recent explosion of interest in me there as people being drawn because I'm a regular yet still kinda mysterious. I only selectively talk and I have the cocked to the side Kangol style plus I'm not fawning over anyone all "ooh...you're a DJ," "ooh...hook me up Mr. Bartender" and all that tripe. Speaking of women throwing themselves at folks indiscrimately, since when is it the norm for chicks to be throwing their breasts around for free bus rides? I wanna be like "listen Chickenhead, the bus is a $1 most of the time. Get a grip," even though I suppose I might understand what it means to be sub broke a little too well. But still, that's wack.
Posted by Candicissima at August 26, 2003 06:41 PM