jaytan

I saw 28 Weeks Later. And 24 hours later, I saw it again. Although in all fairness, there was a girl involved the second time around. . . . She'd said she's started seeing someone, but if that was the case, why wasn't he rolling with our group?

I saw Brother Ali at the Troubadour tonight. He killed it. I was with another girl, a friend for whom I deal with unrequited love (on my part). She had a good time, and that felt good to me. Then we argued (again) about our precarious, as-if platonic friendship. That also felt good to me, in a perverse sense. Probably mostly because it ended on a relatively good note.

This weekend, I am in Vegas, staying at another girl's house, to see the Chuck / Rampage fight. When she tries to pull the "BFF" card, I tell her I reject and do not honor said knighting. She's buying a dress for the fight, so don't try to tell me it might not be on. . .

Yes, three girls, three different cool events. Oh, I'm such a pimp. Amend that - I'm such a pimp THAT I'M NOT GETTING SHIT FROM ANY OF THEM!!!! .

But I'm not salty. I saw a good movie, a good hip hop show, and (hopefully) a good fight. Enh.

Happy Memorial Day, folks.