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Sunday Jul 20, 2003

Jul 20, 2003
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My friend Ageenah had her birthday earlier in the week, so I was supposed to go out with her and bunch of her friends to celebrate last night. She calls me up and tells me that everyone except me cancelled and it was called off. I felt bad and offered to take her out and get her smashed on my tab, but she refused. She just wanted to drown in her sorrows at home. The thing is: I never know whether to keep pressing with her, if she WANTS me to convince her to go out, or if she really just wants to be left alone. whatever *sigh* Im terrible at reading people. Note to Micah: Start reading people more.

The Comet had some rockabilly band playing. They were ok I guess if you like Rockabilly. So Kat calls me up on the mobile and says shes meeting me up there. Im already quite toasted when she arrives. She wanted to go to some preppy downtown club where her ex-boyfriends band was playing. I make her drive because Micah is lit. surreal

Then she introduces me to her ex and a bunch of her old buddies. Suddenly its like DRAMA ALERT! eeek It was somewhat entertaining. I keep getting these stories from her and her friend on the lines of he said she said I HATE THAT SHIT!! mad Do those people have nothing better to do then incite drama? Isnt normal life exciting enough for them? Well. It IS Cincinnati I suppose. whatever

Anywho, it made me realize why I left downtown. Too many watered-down hipsters looking to start a flesh fare. Un-cock-sure assholes being manipulated by sausage rolls in tight skirts. tongue

So how was your Saturday people?

- kiss Micah

P.S. I uploaded more photos for your veiwing pleasure.
yawf:
ya mean there are actual hipsters in cincinnati?
when in the hell did this happen??? hehe!
aww, tuesday is our poetry night at devou.
it's usually thursday but we're
leaving for the beach this thursday.
and it's a "school" night so i have to be good.
Jul 20, 2003

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