Friday, February 22, 2002

Was listening to clips from the latest discovery Andrew W.K.... I love this guy and his suspicious bloody nose!! I've a hard time figuring out if this is an ironic throwback to frat-Beastie-metal or a future anthem unafraid to get down to what we all really want to do... PARTY TIL WE PUKE!!!(the sound of a Saint Ides being poured on concrete to generate my point).
Alas, I am not partying tonight due to my own stamina currently, but that's kind of a good thing since Gina and Scott are going to be in town this weekend, and we'll probably tear up Pine street at some point over the weekend. In the meantime, I have to go into work...

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