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I met up with my friend from junior high, Chris, this afternoon, for lunch. And was happy to hear that he's found himself a nice Irish girlfriend. We were only together for a couple of hours, until he had to pick his father up--who has the greatest accent--and drop me off at home.

Then it was off to Times Square to see Kill Bill Vol. 2, with Travis and Nelson. Although Travis had already seen it, so he went to kill time at his new dating-partner's place, while Nelson and I watched the movie. I really, really loved it.

We got out at 10:30, and then met back up with Travis. As we were looking for a place to eat, we stalled on the corner of 42nd and 7th, and while the boys are chatting away at something, I'm too busy staring at Nicholas Cage. They eventually heard me say, "Hey, there goes Nicholas Cage with that woman," and they followed my gaze. The cluster of women and one man standing about 35 feet from us were screaming as silently as they possibly could.

So we ended up taking a stroll from there to the Pizzeria Uno's in the West Village, where our fat asses remained until about a quarter to 2 in the morning.

I had a nice day.
But now the weekend insanity is under way. My hands'll start shaking by around 1pm, Saturday.
Now it's time to watch Big Fish, and fall asleep.

Here're some big green boobs for you, from the rather popular batch of Tuesday's pictures.