tiny pocket

I’ll admit my naivete. What the hell is the tiny pocket inside the pocket for? Hard candy perhaps? A peppermint or maybe one of those root beer barrel things.


“once I dated an actor, she was working on a play;
by opening night we had nothing left to say to each other
it hit the wall, it was not resilient
she said that she was hungrier than I was brilliant
and who the hell was I to disagree?

didn’t you used to be someone who meant something to me?”

Currently listening:
Little by Little (with Bonus Disc)
By Harvey Danger
Release date: 13 September, 2005

blogging live from the MG party

I’m fulfilling my life long dream of being a bartender here at my company’s client party (ok, I haven’t set my sights that low, no offense life-long bartenders). It’s KA-RAAZZY

edit 9:18 pm: holy shit, it’s only 9?! I’m such a tool.

edit 11:46 pm: No, really, I’m a huge tool. And I’m exhausted. But I made 6 bucks in tips, suckers (5 others went to Andrew helping me out, ironically he doesn’t drink at all and knows nothing of alcohol.) *Sigh.