Concentrated energy...The longer it is built up, the more devestating it becomes!

I made this weekend a thing.

Since Erin's been out in Indiana doing it up Hoosier style and the like, and me being tired of waking up and listening to the construction people yell at each other in Spanish, I set out to make Saturday/Sunday a thing.

First, called up Fish to discuss Belgian Fries (which are just regular fries, but you get to put whatever you want on them). So, not to get gussied up or anything, we head to this place across the street from Tompkins Square Park. We ate in silence because there was just too much fries to be had for conversation. I watched a man put on a fake mustache and chase a girl around chess tables.

Feeling the need to see Amy before she left for Amsterdam, we rendezvoused at Barcade where I got tens times of all imbibed on something called Old Crustacean. I played the hell out a game called Tapper.

Woke up with a massive headache and in mid AIM argument about what is the smallest character on a keyboard. I don't know what we decided on, but I said it was (`).
Anyway, Neal locked himself out of the apt. and called me eight times. A good friend (and current housemate) took us out to eat soul food. He tried to explain to a German tourist girl there that she was the definition of fine and she just laughed at him and kept texting and wearing weird Soccer Adidas.

I'm a cleaning dervish though, I got Erin's apartment spic and span so's my mom doesn't have to bunk with the dregs of Brooklyn.

All of the true things that I am about to tell you are shameless lies.

So, after much bellyaching I found a new job.
Still here in NYC, a few blocks away from Borders in Hell's Kitchen.
Fountainhouse NYC.

A very certain thing I'm interested in getting.

Best label ever.

You're about to meet a hypochondriac. Witness Mr. Walter Bedeker, age forty-four, afraid of the following: death, disease, other people, germs, draft,

Egads.
Fucking around on Gothamist I found this: How To Dress Like Brooklyn.

Bummed around Park Slope most of Saturday, dropped by Brooklyn Hero Supply Co. to see my friend Matt. Spent the day with Jared and Jen planning a game day next week with Bocci(?) in the park.

I watched Palindromes as well.

Humdrum?

I got a lot of sleep.

The way that she moved, well, I was aroused.

McKibbin Lofts is the new new hotness.
I've never been anywhere that the floor was always about to give way to the weight of the people there. We were told to "tread lightly" by someone named Baghdad.
Anyway, got to see Slasher Risk and a few other bands out of Cleveland. Got a keepsake (Japanese Keroppi glass) from Dawn. I came in my room this morning and it's still full of red wine. Good sign.

I'm going to drink this wine, find some more wine and watch the Sigur Ros film, Heima.
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