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Ok. I completely forgotten that I owned Sonic Youth’s Sonic Death, a live album from all of their self-titled EP and Confusion Is Sex. It’s all lumped as one 68-minute track. It’s some good shit. If you want a copy, hop onto soulseek.

1. Who are you?
2. Are we friends?
3. When and how did we meet?
4. Do you have a crush on me?
5. Would you kiss me?
6. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
7. Describe me in one word.
8. What was your first impression of me?
9. Do you still think that way about me now?
10. What reminds you of me?
11. If you could give me anything what would it be?
12. How well do you know me?
13. When’s the last time you saw me?
14. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn’t?
15. Are you going to put this on your LiveJournal and see what I say about you?

Answer this biatches!!!!

Hmmmm. I went to Farmers Market for lunch today and got me some Peruvian fried rice. I am so fucking addicted to that shit. Especially with that cilantro-jalapeno sauce. Oof-ta.

For the last couple of nights, sleep has come at 10:30 pm. When I wake up at 6:30 am, I am still really groggy even though I got 8 hours of sleep. I guess I’m catching up on sleep I have missed out on the last week or so. One of these days I will learn that weekends are for sleeping in. Ha!

I don’t have anything to do tonight. Anyone want to get dinner? (See? I’m fucking stuffed right now and all I can think about is dinner. Sheesh!)

Mmmm. Lunch. I had me some Japanese style spicy curry with a chicken katsu cutlet. Mmmmmm. As I commented to travvvv, my tummy loves me now, but my anus will hate me tonight. Hehehehe. Fuck it.

Anyhow this morning I was on a tirade because I could not find decent coffee. Someone turned the burner off of the coffeemaker in our breakroom, so it was really lukewarm. Ikky. I went to the lunchroom downstairs, but the coffee tasted like fertilizer. I just said fuck it and made myself some black tea. It’s not coffee, but it did the job.

Tonight I have class which sucks cuz I could really use some sleep. Whatever. Sleep is for the weak I’ve determined. Blah blah fucking blah.

Another thing I learned this weekend: my body really likes gin. At least it tolerates it fairly well. Friday night in SB, I was drinking vodka all night. I had about 3 drinks and didn’t get overly drunk; I had a good buzz going on. I woke up Saturday morning with the headache of death. Horrible!!!

Saturday night when feralboy and I went to Akbar I drank gin and tonics, my current drink of choice. I had about 4 drinks, I can’t remember quite well. I got drunker than I should have. But when I woke up yesterday, no hangover! I don’t know what it is.

Moral of the story: gin = good. 🙂

Oh and last night I hopped over to Midnight Special to make sure the news is true. It indeed is, and they are mourning by having a 30% sale. I picked up Best Gay Erotica 2004, Confronting Capitalism and The Theater of the Absurd. When I’ll get around to reading them is another question.

Last night, feralboy was talking about a wonderful night of freakdom in Seattle called Pho Bang. I’ve been looking at the pictures today and have definitely decided that LA needs something this tasteless, trashy and fun.

Um. That’s it for now.

I’m up in Santa Barbara for cyberpsycho‘s birthday. It was a lot of fun last night even though the festivities did not last until 4am. I actually ended up sleeping at around 2 which is a small miracle.

It was nice to finally see Raf whom I haven’t seen since he came down to see Your Enemies Friends with me back in October or so. Oh and degenerator too. I don’t see him often enough because he’s always doing some sort of gaming shit. It’s sort of reassuring to see that things haven’t changed, but it’s just as frustrating too. Motherfucker! Oh and zomb1 looks hot with the short hair. 🙂

Right now everyone in the house is passed out from the Cajun Kitchen breakfast. Boy was that good. Now I’m debating what time I should leave to get to LA. I’m having dinner with feralboy so I should probably get out of here some time soon. *shrugs*

Oh. This should probably amuse klikitak and mcgee. Apparantly the indie kids up in SB are hot on the Mae Shi and Manifolds. Perhaps y’all should play a show at Hard to Find or something up here. Something like that.

Ok. Me out.

I just received this in my inbox.

Last year, well over 1000 of you gave us so much money, so much of your time and so much heart, to make sure we could reopen after 8 months “in storage.” Unfortunately, the delay was too great and our debts grew with the delays. Only local outlets of major chains can afford the losses that come with opening stores; even though our sales were steadily growing, it was not fast enough to keep us going until we could sustain ourselves.

Therefore, it is with so much sadness and even much anger, that we announce we are closing the Midnight Special Bookstore. We know how much you have given to us; we want you to know how hard we tried and how long we worked to keep our doors open. We also want you to know how sincerely we will miss your comments, complaints, support, events, books, small talk, jokes, ideas; you have been our community… our daily life, for 34 years.

We will close our doors in about 4 or 5 weeks (we’ll post the exact date as it comes closer) and our GREAT BIG SALE starts Saturday, May 8. Please come buy us out!! And pick up a copy of our list of independent booksellers in Los Angeles… we would never leave you with nowhere to go! All events for May will proceed as planned, unless the author wishes to cancel. All events after June 2nd are cancelled.

These are amazing times we live in, both at home and all over the world. They are as exciting as they are tragic, because, we in this country who have such great responsibility, have also a great opportunity to open minds and accelerate change; and maybe, even begin to close down an unjust and oppressive system.

Nothing will die when the Midnight Special closes it doors, because all of you and our staff of the last 34 years — and today… Ruben, Rolando, Erin, Bill, Lorraine, Olin, Daniel, Jason and Jim — are the life of the Midnight Special, and each one of us is part of a much larger voice that cannot be silenced.

Margie
Midnight Special Bookstore

Holy fucking shit. My bookstore is closing down.

How do you leave a fucking Stradavarius cello made in the fucking 1600s outside on your porch? Someone BETTER BE FIRED for this.

I’m wearing black because Friends is over. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH!

Seriously though. The people who are crying over the show need major psychological help. Once the cuteness of the show wore off, it was pure crap. DIE YUPPIE SCUM!