all your old tricks: Even the most miserable life is better than...

a sheltered existence in an organized society where everything is calculated and perfected.

I went to the lamest bar tonight
I think it was called Lizard's

Listen, I get it
You're a Frat bro
That's your personal lifestyle brand
That's cool
But why do you all have to wear button up Polo's with the sleeves rolled up?
I guess I missed the meeting at the Dave Matthews concert 5 years ago
(After that sweet round of Hacky Sack)

I felt so out of place at this bar
And I mean that in the best possible way ever

The music these people listen to
Holy bleeding Christ on the fucking cross
If I had a nickel for every time I heard an AC/DC tune tonight.... I'd have 3 dollars and 20 cents in my pocket

I think my friend Julia put it best...
"That place had a mixture of not okay people, tolerable people and a few cool people. It was so weird seeing all those people, some i hadn't seen for years"

No, but on the real
I had a pretty good time
I saw a lot of cool cats I had not seen in forever
So that was super neat
I just can't get over all the button-up Polo's with rolled-up-sleeves and the stupid whore who put her cigarette out on my favorite Marc Jacobs hoodie
Holy shit
If I hear another AC/DC song tonight, I swear I'm offing myself

The drive back was kind of scary
My ride was doing 90+ on I-10
What an asshole
But at least he got me home safe

Holy shit
I was watching Reservoir Dogs on the drive back home
Mr. Orange: [after killing Mr. Blonde] Hey you, what's your name?
LAPD Officer Marvin Nash: Marvin.
Mr. Orange: Marvin what?
LAPD Officer Marvin Nash: Marvin Nash.
Mr. Orange: Listen to me, Marvin, I'm a c...
[pauses]
Mr. Orange: ...listen to me, Marvin Nash, I'm a cop.
LAPD Officer Marvin Nash: Yeah, I know.
Mr. Orange: You do?
LAPD Officer Marvin Nash: Yeah, you're name's Freddy something.
Mr. Orange: Newendyke. Freddy Newendyke.
LAPD Officer Marvin Nash: Frankie Ferchetti introduced us about five months ago.
Mr. Orange: Shit, I don't remember that at all.
LAPD Officer Marvin Nash: I do. Freddy... Freddy, how do I look?
Mr. Orange: [Freddy laughs] I don't know what to tell you, Marvin.
LAPD Officer Marvin Nash: That fuck! That sick fuck! That fucking bastard!
Mr. Orange: Marvin, I need you to hold on. There's cops waiting less than a block away.
LAPD Officer Marvin Nash: What the fuck are they waiting for? This fucking guy slashes my face, and he cuts my fucking ear off! I'm fucking deformed!
Mr. Orange: [yells] FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! I'M FUCKIN' DYING HERE! I'M FUCKIN' DYING!
[pauses and calms down]
Mr. Orange: All right, now you heard them, we'll make the move when they get back, so don't pussy out on me now, Marvin. We're just gonna sit here and bleed until Joe Cabot sticks his fucking head through that door!