Sunday Jun 22, 2003

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On Al's recommendation, I sought out Popeye's Chicken today...it's buried deep in east San Jose. But I found it. Pretty damned tasty. They aren't afraid to make 'em spicy.
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Damn, I had a crappy show tonight. Stumbled over words, fucked up segues...some nights, NOTHING seems to go right. Oh well. There's always next week.

For the last several weeks, I've been training a rookie DJ...Irena, a very beautiful and very flirtatious Russian woman. Also, very married. Maybe she's bored...help.... blackeyed
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Listening to: Shivvers - Til the Word Gets Out
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tarbaby:
MUAHAHAHAHA-sucker!!!!! ya know,they don't have a popeye's around these parts,just kfc,and every time eat there i get soooo sick. but i keep going back...it's those damned biscuits!!! oh and maybe you can take irena and i'll take her husband,provided he is russian as well. i've got this thing for slavic men biggrin
pinup:
You know that part where the big bad guy sneaks up on him while he's talking to those ladies on the second floor, and the girls are like shocked and he's just like smile and you're going, 'Oh shit! Oh no! What's this man going to do to Michael Jackson?!' and before you know it - Michael Jackson ALREADY KNOWS this dude is there. BAM! Shoots him through the wall without even looking. Talk about smooth. Everytime I see that nowadays I always think, 'Too bad he couldn't have seen that Martin Bashir sneaking up like that...' ha.

*leans to one side so far that you think I'm gonna fall...but I don't*

Jenna

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