05.08.05 :: 9:41 am

ry's friends are in town from oakland, a married couple, the wife knocked up.
we went to their other friend's engagement party in williamsburg last night and it was an exercise in surreality because people kept coming up to ry and his friends saying they loved his record store back in the day at berkeley and that they were regulars and there was kind of like this hero-worshiping going on that i found really amusing and bizarre.

my boyfriend, the celebrity.

came home this morning to a mountain of trash in the kitchen and living room and at first, i thought the Stoosh-dog had gotten into it, but upon further inspection, no...
it's just my sow of a roommate and her sow of a girlfriend, pigging up the joint as per usual.

bitches, man.

i'm kind of hoping the Yankees game will get rained out today. I'm a little bit not in the mood to schlep to the stadium and sit around in the chilly air for three hours.

it's early. i need coffee.
happy mama's day.

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