the bartender at misshapes is a knob-jockey.
i'm already back home at one thirty on a saturday night. pirates of the caribbean is on, which will probably preclude any actual work i could do (the rocky horror show was on last night. i *love* that film)
the whole sorting-out-flights situation is doing my head in. as are stupid bartenders and abusive text messages. and the whole generally being broke-as sitch. oh, also, there was this really strange old man at misshapes.
and to quote a recent conversation, "boys [really] are silly".
anyone up for sunday evening drinks at union pool or something? let me know... i hate sunday evenings.
cc, come home, your presence is sorely missed. and lauren, stop working so much!
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