We passed up the party
last night in favor of a de-tox evening of TiVo'd "Daily Show"
and bad horror movies.
We get, from one of the creme de la creme, that "[we]
wouldn't have liked it, it was too many bloggers. it was all
bloggers. it even annoyed [HIM/HER]."
Hello? It's called fodder. On a normal night we would have been
standing on that roof, camera in hands, percocet in stomachs, beer
on shirts, yapping away. Of all the nights to choose a de-tox
evening. Ah, sweet
gay mystery of life, foiling us again.
So, there's another event, a kind of souped-up version of a ol'
"My 28th birthday is this coming Sunday. And so on Saturday
the 7th, The wonderful MisShapes kids are throwing a birthday party for me.
(They even got James Iha from the Smahing Pumpkins to DJ it!) and it
should be a pretty crazy time. Their party usually gets packed, so
if you're planning on going, make sure you send an email to
email@example.com (and mention my bday)."
We wouldn't even mention this, but Brian is a cewebrity, kind of,
like, in a weird "i don't actually do anything on my site but
everyone is obsessed with me anyhow and when i do update there are
all kinds of pictures of hot chicks licking me" kind of way, which
we TOTALLY DIG. READ THIS SLOWLY: HOT CHICKS ARE GOOD. IF THEY ARE
LICKING YOU, YOU ARE COOL. PERIOD.
Oh. It's very important to note the highlights of MisShapes this
week, because these are the only things that make it worth talking
Brian's birthday (read: hot chicks licking)
John Cameron Mitchell (From Hedwig!) is one of the DJs!
Cewebrity obsession Leigh, who someone, somewhere, will certainly kick
our asses for talking about again. We don't personally have a crush
on her, it's just that, um, we hear that she's hot. We're, like, not
even into that. Hot young brunettes are so, um, well, um, hot. Fuck.
It's the only thing that comes to mind. THEY ARE AND YOU KNOW IT.
Anything else going on worth mentioning? There's a contact link
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