MT had me convinced that We’re in This Together was the best song on fragile. He was incorrect. Starfuckers, Inc. just totally blows me away.
And now that I’m on the subject … Why do I keep talking like I’m a valley girl / surf rat from 1988 all of a sudden?! I’m like, y’know, totally coming up with these random, like, comments and I don’t know why and I can’t seem to stop it!
Pipes was wearing a tube top last night at On the Border and is really sick of us calling her Pipes so now we’re going to call her TT (for tube top, duh). I kept thinking that wearing a tube top was tubular – how lame is *that*?
We had a great combination going-away to South Florida (Ron) / going-away to prison (our favorite neighborhood felon) party after the Cinco de Mayo festivities at On the Border. Chris’ Apartment of Sin was dangerously fun-filled last night. Luckily no one was injured (much). I managed to make it home before sunrise. It’s always slightly disconcerting to find the morning paper has made it to your doorstep before you.
