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I think like one other person in the world will care about this fanfic at all. I like the 60's spy show with a huge fandom, but I like the 60's spy show with no apparent fandom a little bit better.
We went to the Bird tonight to celebrate my friend Mike's last day in Mt. Pleasant. He's going to teach English in South Korea. Another one of my friends is probably going away in a couple of weeks. The FC is splitting up and soon there will be none left. :(
Sammi came and flirted with everybody, including some really old guy in a Detroit Tigers shirt. Seth came, and wore a skinny black tie and spent a large part of the evening drawing little things on a notebook I had.
It was also my brother's birthday. I called him, but he did not answer. I hope he is having a good birthday. Last I heard, he was driving an 18-wheeler and practicing in his band and planning to open up a vegetarian restaurant with a porn star.
What the fuck else? IDK. Earlier this week, we went to see WALL-E, an animated love story about two lesbian robots, and The Dark Knight, with Patrick Bateman as Batman, Aaron Eckhart as A GUY WITH A BURNED-UP FUCKING FACE, and The Joker as The Joker. Also, with Not Katie Holmes as Dead Love Interest. No, seriously, it was fucking good, but pretty much everyone on the Internet who's seen it says it's fucking good anyway, and if they don't then they're either lying or huge philistines, so I feel I don't need to repeat what's already out there.
We also hung out at an antique store and bought a big huge stack of old Playboys. Then we all sat around the apartment reading them like the most classy of classy people. Srsly, there are interviews. Lots of interesting, thoughtful interviews, and they're long as fuck and very satisfying. There's one with everybody who was working for Saturday Night Live at the time. And one with Anita Bryant that gets crazy half a page in and just keeps going from there. And the letter pages are obsessed with vibrators. And there are stories by Philip K. Dick and Robert Sheckley and Kurt Vonnegut and Jorge Luis Borges.
ETA: I've just looked at my last few entries, and I've had some form of "recently imbibed alcohol" for a number of the moods. The thing is not that I'm drunk all the time, it's that mostly when I'm slightly tipsy is when I feel like updating Livejournal. This doesn't make for very thoughtful entries. However, in just 7 more entries I will get to 1,000, which is something I've been anticipating for a ridiculously long time.
We went to the Bird tonight to celebrate my friend Mike's last day in Mt. Pleasant. He's going to teach English in South Korea. Another one of my friends is probably going away in a couple of weeks. The FC is splitting up and soon there will be none left. :(
Sammi came and flirted with everybody, including some really old guy in a Detroit Tigers shirt. Seth came, and wore a skinny black tie and spent a large part of the evening drawing little things on a notebook I had.
It was also my brother's birthday. I called him, but he did not answer. I hope he is having a good birthday. Last I heard, he was driving an 18-wheeler and practicing in his band and planning to open up a vegetarian restaurant with a porn star.
What the fuck else? IDK. Earlier this week, we went to see WALL-E, an animated love story about two lesbian robots, and The Dark Knight, with Patrick Bateman as Batman, Aaron Eckhart as A GUY WITH A BURNED-UP FUCKING FACE, and The Joker as The Joker. Also, with Not Katie Holmes as Dead Love Interest. No, seriously, it was fucking good, but pretty much everyone on the Internet who's seen it says it's fucking good anyway, and if they don't then they're either lying or huge philistines, so I feel I don't need to repeat what's already out there.
We also hung out at an antique store and bought a big huge stack of old Playboys. Then we all sat around the apartment reading them like the most classy of classy people. Srsly, there are interviews. Lots of interesting, thoughtful interviews, and they're long as fuck and very satisfying. There's one with everybody who was working for Saturday Night Live at the time. And one with Anita Bryant that gets crazy half a page in and just keeps going from there. And the letter pages are obsessed with vibrators. And there are stories by Philip K. Dick and Robert Sheckley and Kurt Vonnegut and Jorge Luis Borges.
ETA: I've just looked at my last few entries, and I've had some form of "recently imbibed alcohol" for a number of the moods. The thing is not that I'm drunk all the time, it's that mostly when I'm slightly tipsy is when I feel like updating Livejournal. This doesn't make for very thoughtful entries. However, in just 7 more entries I will get to 1,000, which is something I've been anticipating for a ridiculously long time.
