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Last night's Death Rock Booty Call left a lot to be desired in the crowd department. I made enough for it to be worth showing up, but I know the promoters didn't make shit.

I've been throwing up for hours now. I never get sick and can only blame the BBQ that I went to yesterday. Everyone else seems to be fine. Maybe its those...
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So, until school starts back up, my immediate goal is to sleep until noon everyday. Oh bartending, why are you so good to me?

I'm over wishing for things.

Rolling the might Triumph through the fog drenched streets of San Francisco is about the only thing that keeps me from going crazy and moving back to New Orleans.

About to turn 27. Makes it five years in SF. Fuck.

my approve friends list doesn't seem to want to update. oh well.

nothing to see here

I don't.

So, the old lady decided that she had to do the hot Yoga. So that basically means I'm doing the hot Yoga.

Poor inflexible me. Years of standing behind a bar, teeth clenched in anger, has caused me to have the tightgest joints possible.

Learning French, bartending, lifting weights again, Muay Thai, maybe selling the Triumph when the new KTM comes out.

School is over till next week and I'm still in the Honors program despite a
rather inconvenient paper filimg error.

Next week begins four hours of French class every day until I leave for Paris July 15th. I get on the plane two hours after I finish the final

Yesterday was filled with sleep and no dreaming. Back to San francisco, free from stale air conditioning and fat tourists.

I still can't get over how much Las Vegas is like New Orleans. There were tons of beautiful people but they all had some sort of flaw (limp, cleft lip, scars).

I'm also reminded of why I don't have tattoos. Which is that when I...
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