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Thursday, July 29, 2004

Tonight, I went to Club Rio. I'd never gone "clubbing," but let me tell you, it's a real great way to get caught in the radar of many a creepy roving eye. Now, I have a headache from all the remixing and strobe lighting and lack of oxygen-ing. I guess da club just ain't my scene.

But 'twas all for a good cause! Happy birthday Emily/SaLees.

I really want some pink lemonade. I'm going to go finish On the Road.

Hah, that's interesting. I feel all uber-depressive and lonely when I have nothing to do at night, but when I actually go out, all I want is to curl up with my blanket and read. I need to open a dance-club Changing Hands. It will suit the Beyonce and the Marian the librarian in me.

I'll make so much money. Seriously. I mean, who doesn't want to crack open a good volume of War and Peace after Ladies Night?

Sunday, July 25, 2004

The raging volcano of flaming rapid-fire can never stop the leader of El Gay Rocker Triumvirate, Freddie Mercury.

That's evasive-metaphor-speak for "Guillermo is going down."

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