went out for a drink w/ m and Lufy last night at a fine little hole in the wall in northern liberties. he's got some master's degree now in plundering or buckling of swashes or somesuch. 
funny thing about it though, the air in the place smelled and tasted like soap to me, which isn't the most terrible thing to smell and taste like, i suppose.
continuing to pack. finally forced myself to pick through the wet boxes in the basement. mostly old crap from my childhood and grad school, but nothing THAT important. probably good that i'm throwing out some of that crap anyway.
it's LieLock's birthday today, so i'll probably take her out to lunch or somesuch. she may twist my arm into going to great adventure with her if the weather isn't shit tomorrow. as long as i don't run into this motherfucker i'll be fine.
funny thing about it though, the air in the place smelled and tasted like soap to me, which isn't the most terrible thing to smell and taste like, i suppose.
continuing to pack. finally forced myself to pick through the wet boxes in the basement. mostly old crap from my childhood and grad school, but nothing THAT important. probably good that i'm throwing out some of that crap anyway.
it's LieLock's birthday today, so i'll probably take her out to lunch or somesuch. she may twist my arm into going to great adventure with her if the weather isn't shit tomorrow. as long as i don't run into this motherfucker i'll be fine.
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Lemmie know, 'kay.
BFF
Oh yeah, it's the 'drinking' part.