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Jun. 3rd, 2005 10:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
x_losPlay good. Comments tomorrow. So sleepy. Drive back tomorrow morning, play D&D with Ben, who calls all sad and begs. Eugh. Sleep.
Walked into Kaffein and there were Patch and Tracy. That was as funky as it was fresh.
Oh, and Jeremy sucks. Why would you choose to hang with the crotch panther over me? Wait. I'd choose the crotch panther over me. It's the fucking crotch panther. Never mind. He still sucks. "I have to sleeeeep instead of calling. I have perfectly reasonable needs like being notified of your comming into town and working and sleeping and shit like that." Phst.
It's amazing how fast "Whatever, I do what I want!" Became "Whatever, I get back onto Lakeshore/Dan Ryan!" in the course of finding anything in this town. Oh well. Evanston that way. Belmont that way. Place to crash over here. That's all I really need to know, right? Not extraneous shit like general layout of the town. that's for pussies. Pussies who don't like getting lost in the ghetto. Where is Natalie Merchant wandering around singing that irritating song, btw? I sort of expected her to be free-range.
Walked into Kaffein and there were Patch and Tracy. That was as funky as it was fresh.
Oh, and Jeremy sucks. Why would you choose to hang with the crotch panther over me? Wait. I'd choose the crotch panther over me. It's the fucking crotch panther. Never mind. He still sucks. "I have to sleeeeep instead of calling. I have perfectly reasonable needs like being notified of your comming into town and working and sleeping and shit like that." Phst.
It's amazing how fast "Whatever, I do what I want!" Became "Whatever, I get back onto Lakeshore/Dan Ryan!" in the course of finding anything in this town. Oh well. Evanston that way. Belmont that way. Place to crash over here. That's all I really need to know, right? Not extraneous shit like general layout of the town. that's for pussies. Pussies who don't like getting lost in the ghetto. Where is Natalie Merchant wandering around singing that irritating song, btw? I sort of expected her to be free-range.
