Mmmm! Taste that Sunday aftermath!

It tastes salty and a bit like ashes...?? So I wore the same Interpol tee and jeans fer 2 days in a row, and I'm still in it when I wake up this morning. I haven't washed off my makeup from last night, and my eyebrows are in dire need of a plucking. I'm tired, I need to take a shower, I have no more $, but I *do* have a buttload of pictures on my camera that involve things I don't remember/kinda regret doing. And a cig burn on my neck (?!) It must be Sundaaaaay! Ugh.

This pic is of Aerovox who I saw on Wed. when I decided to start my weekend a lil' early, like, in the middle of the week. FANfuckingTASTIC show and I was having some good times talking with some people thar, including my friend the band's drummer, a man of the Scouse persuasion who told a couple Ian McCulloch stories and got me all in a tizzy!, one who is MAD CRAZY attractive (hehe..yeah...), and one who looked like this concoction of Keanu Reeves and Kyle Maclachlan but with hipstery hair (aka, bangs in eyes).

Anywhose..more to come lata. And by more I mean lame party stories and bad puns. Maybe a pony daydream. Giggidy giggidy!! I gotta go sell some iPods in Soho. I think I spilled a whiskeyncoke on my work shirt.