>Fancy dress.
As far as In know, I'm still going to Sigur Ros tonight. Don't laugh, I got a free ticket and a free ride. Apparently there's some scandal now about me and Leon moving into a place with Ben. Whatever. We are all so over this! They're all going to check out some prospective places tonight while I'm out. I trust Leon won't move us into cabrini greens. We are also still looking at one bedrooms, just in case we find a nice place for just the two of us and our baby kitties.
Recipe for the perfect sauce:
1 tbs oil
2 tbs sherry
2 tsb teriaki sauce
1 tbs tamari / soy sauce
Crush 2 large cloves of garlic and mix into sauce well
Add mixture to stir fried vegetables as they're almost done cooking.
Cook the sherry out, then add your fake meat and viola! There's a party in your mouth.
Later.

>Hello Leon, we want to buy a house. Goodbye.
I learned Cooledit last night to make carts at the station. It wasn't too hard. That's all. I had no social interaction last night, so I don't have anything to write about today. I just got word that I may be working late all week. How fun is that? Loads.
I can't wait until pomegranites are in season.
There's nothing tasty about pretzels.
Jack In The Box commercials make me want to buy rice cakes.
Ringo, I love you yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now presenting complete archives, to your left.
Later.

>Tuesday morning peace.
I bought Stereolab tickets for 10/23, can't wait to go. Oh, I guess I'm still going to Sigur Ros this week. Hey, free tickets. It's a nice Tuesday morning in the office, but only because I'm the only one here. I keep meaning to write Lisa back, but I keep forgetting.
Later.

>I was mistaken, my porn name is Watsup Bowling Green. Isn't that terrible?
Friday we partied ourselves out, getting drunk in at least three different places. Sacramento...brrruuuup. Davis....hic. Sacramento...doo-hood, need food. We tried watching Holiday Flyer, but we got bored and agitated. Josh and "Woman" were there. I was so drunk that I asked her if her engagement ring gave her a weapon class bonus. I don't think she understood though.
Saturday night I tried to party at J-will's house for his birthday. Maybe I was all worn out from Friday, or maybe I just don't get down with those people, but it was boring. So were all of those high-fashion weirdos doing the white girl dance in the living room to Prince. The Heathers, Dan and I stood on the porch for most of the night and talked. I got acosted for not being married again. What is it with people?! Are they recruiting or something? Don't they know that my boyfriend is Sam the butcher? In the kitchen I played celery with a baby that was more party than me. I stole some pop rocks, then we went back to the Hull harem to play with cats.
Sunday was a marathon television session. You don't want to know.
Later.