Wow, that's one piece of shitty ASCII art I hoped I'd never see again in my natural life after BBS'ing in Jersey for years.
Observation made last night, all other 'New' states never refer to themselves without the New. New Yorkers never refer to themselves as coming from York, New Hampshire residents NEVER drop the New, New Mexico just can't, it's just a Jersey thing.
Anyway, sang a couple songs, drank a bit, and hung out with old college friends. Marty, someone who's never done karaoke before, did Tainted Love complete with dance moves. He was amazing. Jessie even showed up for Doug's big night, and did his usual blitzing punk stylings. Turns out he sat next to one of my biggest idols at E3, Richard fuckin' Garriot. Richard FUCKIN' Garriot! Sheeeeit After we got back to my place, Doug got even more blitzed, until he passed out. We tried to get him into his bed, but he was just a heavy whiskey-covered sack of potatoes.
Towel Boy replaced my Fugs CDs that he lost, and also got me a copy of Kool Keith's Spankmaster, which I had heard but didn't own. I can't wait to give Pete a copy of "Girls Would U F*ck Tonight". When Pete hears a rap song with particularly sexual lyrics, he sings it for years. He sang the song "Girl I Just Want to Fuck You" forever.
I was going to drop off my car to get my radiator fixed today, as I promised I'd do this week, but I have no clue where my sweetie is and want my car just in case. She didn't answer her phone last night, this morning, or her family line.... and the friend she's going into NYC with tonight hasn't heard from her since I last did. I hope she's ok. I'm sure she's ok, but we're just paranoid about each other's safety because we care so much. And she just IMd me, she's ok. See, I said I was sure.