i was in blythe heaven last nite for a little while. holy cuteness! “they’re all LOOKING at me.” says fil.

we were at valerie’s and i was tricked into drinking a non-alcoholic beck’s. well, i wasn’t really tricked into it, it was put before me and i just started on drinking and valerie goes why the fuck is she drinking that, then i noticed the label. fuck you fil. anyhoo, eventually i was plastered and obnoxious and talking really loud. had caribbean food that actually didn’t burn my face off with provocative hotness. went to velvet underground to stand around and look cooler than everybody else, oh wait, that happens everywhere i go. took the bus back and sat beside some dude wearing pink shiny pleather pants and not in an ironic way. fuck i was wasted. the cabbie we had at some point of the nite name-dropped all the famous people he ever gave rides to. jennifer tilley, YOU DON’T SAY!? he said his name was mohammed and then laughed and said yeah but all cabbie’s are named that and i was thinking FINALLY one of you’s guys owns up to that!