currently at the airport, headed to bangalore via paris and bombay. terminal e is absolutely horrid. there are about 20 seats in the boarding lounge for four gates--i.e., hundreds of pax. lame! fortunately i got into the lounge. :-) talk to you from india ...
saw farenheit 911 yesterday -- it was funny; watch it! can we please get rid of bush?? -- thanks.
... for a total sucker. fredy found this posting for a really great job, not. whatever fucker posted that needs to be smacked upside the head. or at least bitched out over email (kudos, fredy).
i just saw dodgeball last night. it was hilarious; you should see it.
also funny: http://www.livejournal.com/users/quiztress/14276.html
dude my bro is the best person ever!!
also did u know shit is an acronym of this??? so cool!!!
hahaha ... the luau was good. i had a salad! and a lot of drinks!!!! have
some more drinks. tell me about them.
teo
tried to post this morning ... was too drunk to post correctly
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Date: Thu, 3 Jun 2004 08:15:23 -0400
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Subject: so drunk right now
but it's 8.15 in the morning! i guess that's what the last chance dance
does to you!! so hot! hookup updates in the comments!
ok you heard my drunk self: tell us about your hookups! i know someone has something to say about shichang!
i just missed the 5:00 bus. i'm such a douche. now i won't get to the luau till 6 at the earliest! life is hard ...
... tried to make out with ved outside people's republik last night as we finished our central-to-harvard pub crawl. this, after we gave the man a light! to avoid his rather agressive overtures, ved claimed to be enamored with lizz and proceeded to make out with her on the street.
so hot!
on a related note, melanie flaked out of the pub crawl and so did not ascertain my tolerance. i did not keep track of my consuption for her, either ... i guess she'll find out when she's ready to not flake.
after parking we began the trek up pinckney street to albi's apartment. the incline was extreme, and the epic hike was grueling. miraculously, justina did not spill her coffee all over herself.
we waited for albi in louisburg square. "why does this place smell like dog shit?" ... justina was insightful: "because there are so many fucking dogs shitting around here!"
we looked around the square for albi, but all we found were middle-aged men in sweaters and dress shirts hitting baseballs (squash balls?) at their luxury cars. sporting only one collar each, we were probably running afoul of the neighborhood dresscode, so i was glad when albi appeared and ushered us into his apartment.
justina, melissa and i went to beacon hill to visit albi's new apartment. parking was fun. it involved a lot of backing up down one-way streets, arguing with valet drivers, and more than a couple near-misses. seriously, what kind of city suspends on-street parking spaces so they can be used for valet parking? we finally found a parallel parking space on the common, but melissa was only capable of angle parking. cute!
on the T to newbury street monday morning, a remarkably unkempt 20-something girl with huge gaps between her teeth (was missing at least 4) and braces sat in the stairwell of the trolley. she asked her companion to sit down next to her ... he refused, saying "people spit there". she replied that she hates it when people tower over her while she's sitting and he'd better sit down with her, dammit. well, he wouldn't and she screamed that it was situations like this that make her think of shooting him.
great. i was only a few feet farther from her than he was, also towering over her. she tried to counter his point by arguing that cleanliness is futile, citing the fact that "when you wash your hands, you just get them dirty again" after leaving the bathroom. she was screaming and huffing and was clearly unstable ... and probably had a gun in her pocket. i was about to freak, but she quieted when the train stopped.
two midsize indians got on the train ... when we lurched forward, the woman tumbled into the stairwell, onto the psycho bitch. i expected the worst, but, when the woman excused herself, the psycho let go of her delicate sari and excused her. she shut up for the rest of the trip -- cool.
