Michi Party A Go-Go
Jan. 9th, 2005 10:46 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jack_babalonWE LOVE YOU WE LOVE YOU WE LOVE YOU RESISTANCE IS FU@(&^$#$^>tI7898 23 resistance is mandatory....
Emergency Consciousness Loading ---- please wait----
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Rebooting Imprints---- 40%
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Hell of a last two days. My roomie the Princess celebrated her birthday in the downstairs Voodoo Lounge Friday night. Though I was technically a walking biohazard I figured a little dionysian revelry would be just what the doctor ordered ( granted only if that doctor got their diploma through a mail correspondence course from the Tiajuana school of bartending & medicine). It's all a haze now really. Vague dream images of cocktails, rockabilly, shag prints, birthday cake, camera flashes, electrolounge music, dancing bodies, laughing faces passing the pipes of pan with coughing clouds of kind wafting through the air like ceremonial incense. Or to put it another way- have you ever passed out drunk in a movie theater only to wake up in the middle of a Felini film and you can't understand what's going on you just know there are lots of kids streaming down the streets of Rome on their Vespa's laughing and shouting maniaclly in Italian? You have! Wow um ok... well then you should have been there this Friday.
Snippets from the land of the dead-
"I'm not an Artfag! I'm ArtBi-I sleep with both the talented and the untalented thank you very much!"
"So the long and short of it is I didn't get to be a part of the control group because there was a pot plant growing in my urine sample"
"Well to prove that all skinny girls don't have fat pussys I showed the strippers my goods and one of them gasped 'You have SUCH a beautiful pussy'... which I think is the ultimate compliment when you think about it."
"He doesn't suffer from an Oedipus complex, he suffers from an Orpheus complex... he loses the honeys through excessive reflection..."
At threeish I passed out on the tilt-a-whirl my bed had suddenly become alcohol & sudafed spinning me softly into oblivion.
Saturday was a special holiday for me- "Our lady of the perpetual hangover" celebrated with the traditional breakfast of birthday cake and diet coke, in which we all honor "Our lady" by talking very, very softly for a few hours. Liza and I then got out of the house and raided a comic shop going out of business, ate some horrible diner food, took a brief nap break and then headed out to Googirama's birthday bash for a few hours. Back home and still in a state of funk I watched anime on cartoon network and skimmed through some four color love.
Ahh the glamor of it all.
Anyway Sunday morning. My nano invaders are now retreating, leaving a scorched earth of nausea and fever in their wake. Green tea and extra doses of vitamin X should handle it from here. Meanwhile the cats stalk around me, waiting for the stupid language monkey to finish typing and crack open a can of Tuna.
See you next week.
Oh and FYI - Ursula 1000 spins at Halo next Saturday. "Hear angel choirs and devil trombones- you are invited."
Emergency Consciousness Loading ---- please wait----
Activate System Purge of Infected neural aggregates---
Rebooting Imprints---- 40%
---- 72%
---- 95%
---- Imprints loaded: Welcome back Jack.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Hell of a last two days. My roomie the Princess celebrated her birthday in the downstairs Voodoo Lounge Friday night. Though I was technically a walking biohazard I figured a little dionysian revelry would be just what the doctor ordered ( granted only if that doctor got their diploma through a mail correspondence course from the Tiajuana school of bartending & medicine). It's all a haze now really. Vague dream images of cocktails, rockabilly, shag prints, birthday cake, camera flashes, electrolounge music, dancing bodies, laughing faces passing the pipes of pan with coughing clouds of kind wafting through the air like ceremonial incense. Or to put it another way- have you ever passed out drunk in a movie theater only to wake up in the middle of a Felini film and you can't understand what's going on you just know there are lots of kids streaming down the streets of Rome on their Vespa's laughing and shouting maniaclly in Italian? You have! Wow um ok... well then you should have been there this Friday.
Snippets from the land of the dead-
"I'm not an Artfag! I'm ArtBi-I sleep with both the talented and the untalented thank you very much!"
"So the long and short of it is I didn't get to be a part of the control group because there was a pot plant growing in my urine sample"
"Well to prove that all skinny girls don't have fat pussys I showed the strippers my goods and one of them gasped 'You have SUCH a beautiful pussy'... which I think is the ultimate compliment when you think about it."
"He doesn't suffer from an Oedipus complex, he suffers from an Orpheus complex... he loses the honeys through excessive reflection..."
At threeish I passed out on the tilt-a-whirl my bed had suddenly become alcohol & sudafed spinning me softly into oblivion.
Saturday was a special holiday for me- "Our lady of the perpetual hangover" celebrated with the traditional breakfast of birthday cake and diet coke, in which we all honor "Our lady" by talking very, very softly for a few hours. Liza and I then got out of the house and raided a comic shop going out of business, ate some horrible diner food, took a brief nap break and then headed out to Googirama's birthday bash for a few hours. Back home and still in a state of funk I watched anime on cartoon network and skimmed through some four color love.
Ahh the glamor of it all.
Anyway Sunday morning. My nano invaders are now retreating, leaving a scorched earth of nausea and fever in their wake. Green tea and extra doses of vitamin X should handle it from here. Meanwhile the cats stalk around me, waiting for the stupid language monkey to finish typing and crack open a can of Tuna.
See you next week.
Oh and FYI - Ursula 1000 spins at Halo next Saturday. "Hear angel choirs and devil trombones- you are invited."
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on 2005-01-10 12:12 am (UTC)Thanks for your help
on 2005-01-10 03:29 am (UTC)