Tara Reid: The Struggle of Our Generation

me : yo peep this when u get a sec. it's hi-frickin'-larious
paul : where can we send donations of conditioner?
me: dustin does charity work, doesn't he?
me: it's for the good of the nation, really
paul : i think the irc needs to mobilize for this one
me: what about the hairstyleurs sans frontieres? surely they can help
paul : they're tied down with angela merkel at the moment. but perhaps they can spare a few good gurlz
me: tied down with angela merkel...? rrrowr!
paul : exactly what bush said
paul : btw, anthony is probably gonna drives us down to redwood city for the party. we should get there by 7, so leave around 6:30
me: otay
paul : to make sure we get there b4 surprise time
me: yes. when mary will be so "surprised"
paul : she's been practicing her crying all week long
me: more like her whole life
me: she gives good cry
paul : true. dustin comes by it naturally
me: it's in his bones
paul : yes - he has moist bones
me: my oh so young, oh so moist paduan bone learner
paul : ah... hayden
me: ah...hayden's gratuitous male nipple shots
paul : hey - i'm at work
paul : let's not take me there
me: u got a cube
me: how's the fancy new lamp?
paul : s'aright
paul : de-institutionalizing my cube a bit
paul : struggling mightily against the dominant overhead fluorescent bulbs
paul : it's the struggle of our generation, really
paul : i'm fighting the fluorescent bulbs here so i don't have to fight them at home
me: making the last best stand and all that
paul : and all that
paul : btw, you joining for eos sunday eve?
me: think so. don't see why not
paul : i tend to get nauseous there and then vomit later. but other than that, i don't see why not
me: that's too bad. i usually only get that way around angela merkel
paul : she'll be joining us too
paul : angela and eos...
me: i only dine at eos when angela's there
me: it wouldn't be the same without her
paul : only thing is, it's hard to identify that way which is making you nauseous
me: it's the struggle of our generation, really
paul : really

1994 is Calling: They Want Whitney Houston Back

I'm listening to Pandora again, this time with mixed results. I'm playing my Yacht Rock channel, which should be playing only '70s white-boy smoothies like Player and the Doobie Brothers. Instead, I get the Clivilles & Cole remix of "I'm Every Woman." I feel like I'm back in law school again, headed out into the frosty evening for a night at the Saloon.

In other news the car hit 40,000 miles last night, right at the intersection of Fulton and Arguello, as I was headed out for a frosty evening of another sort -- a sunset MTB ride in Tennessee Valley.