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had meat today

flake, flake, flake, flake, flake


my stupid car stereo broke. :( no cds, no music, no nada

i wonder if i have some sort of warranty for it. it won't even turn on. have bad feeling this will cost a pretty penny.


i had a good weekend even though i didn't see a single one of my friends. i made some new ones. yeah, it's not like i'm expecting them to become some awesome part of my life, prolly will never see them again anyways, but it was fun while it lasted.

first, i went to this dance party that was dead with bad music. i went alone because i know you guys well so i didn't even bother asking. anyways, it was just as dumb as you guys would have predicted, but i, ever the social butterfly (ha!) met this guy who took me to this other party that was great. we connected initially i guess because we were both bored out of our minds. anyway, the second party - good sexy-vibe-y very dance-y music, great dancers out there, awesome beats, okay, you get the idea. there were even masseuses there so i had me a free massage which was great too. so i told the guy to set me up if he knew of any more of these kinds of parties.. what was cool is that i don't think we were really into each other (er, i know i wasn't into him) but we had fun together, dancing, and meeting other people.

see guys?! come with me dancing sometime and we can meet new people. new people = good :B

sunday i hung out with this weird guy..wasted an evening basically. but he plays tablas, these indian drums, very cool sounding. but he was weird. he doesn't believe in giving to charity. i found myself giving him a little rundown about how charities actually do help people and giving him examples - such as angelina jolie, paul newman, what charities have done for, oh i don't know STARVING PEOPLE, etc. and then i was like WTF!? why am i explaining why it's f---ing good to donate or volunteer or whatever. it's mind boggling that someone could be so dense. i was seriously like what f---ing planet are you on? he doesn't even give money on an individual level, like to a homeless person on the street.. well, i don't really either.. i mean, sometimes, usually i give 'em leftovers or whatever.. but you get the point. i was really weirded out by that. so then i tried to get my butt out of there but he played the tablas and it sounded really neat.

so that was another fine mess i got myself into.

well, not really. just wasn't into him and didn't like his greedy life philosophy. oh, & that's what's funny. this guy was a philosphy major.

weird.