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Curses! A Pox upon the internet! I had written this long dramatic journal entry about my very busy and fullfilling day of doing hardly anything and when I clicked "save entry" I got a damn error page that swiped my musings. Hrmph.

So here I am again. Let's see...

I am very bitter today, friends, for someone decided that 18-20 year olds could not even breathe in the general area of alcohol and therefore could not dance and see a damn burlesque show. Woe! Oh woe is me for having this great misfortune of a 1985 birth. Could not the gods have made 1983 the year I was put on this Earth-the year of...Me. Ha. I crack me up. SGIndy better represent, g, and have fun for me. *Homer Simpson Voice* cause if you don't...*shakes fist*.

Moving on.

My night, *sigh* I guess...shall consist of watching Blow Out and Nip/Tuck. We have company this evening, but damnit, Dr.Troy's ass takes precedent!

I got all excited just this second because a foreign number on my phone, and I know there are people who have my number and I don't know there's so I got all happy. Wrong number. I am teh loozer.

I went to Borders in Keystone today to look at the SG Book. I found it atop a tightly packed shelf of photography books. Read the whole thing standing there so my neck and back hurt.

Oh, BTW-Nip/Tuck has a soundtrack which I shall purchase once funds are in order.

I saw some cute punky tattooed folks at the bookstore as I was walking out. Hey, if you guys are SG members, Hexe (in all my black boybeater/jeans glory) walked passed you! Aren't you the lucky ones.

Indiana, with their guns and their makeout parties and their not letting Hexe into The Vogue because she's 19. Poo!

Stay rad, friends. Rad to the MAXX!