Friday, October 12, 2007
I am going to see Stevie Wonder. With the Yogini and Mountain Girl.
I am not working today. Mostly.
I am happy. Sitting by the fire.
Last night at a bar in Cleveland some dumb chick said that Irma Thomas was shit.
She didn't actually say her name. She'd never heard of her until I told her what kind of crap she was spewing. She'd only heard the one song that the dj was playing. I told her she needed to do some googling. She poked me in the arm.
I did not get into a brawl last night. Yet. But I did buy oars for the canoe I'm going to get.
I am not working today. Mostly.
I am happy. Sitting by the fire.
Last night at a bar in Cleveland some dumb chick said that Irma Thomas was shit.
She didn't actually say her name. She'd never heard of her until I told her what kind of crap she was spewing. She'd only heard the one song that the dj was playing. I told her she needed to do some googling. She poked me in the arm.
I did not get into a brawl last night. Yet. But I did buy oars for the canoe I'm going to get.
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"I told her she needed to do some googling. She poked me in the arm."
Damn, I miss you.
Stevie Wonder! Awesome! I want to come! I want to come sit by the fire with you, too.
Damn, I miss you.
Stevie Wonder! Awesome! I want to come! I want to come sit by the fire with you, too.
I'll let you know next time I return to Cleveland, and maybe I'll get a photo of pokey...if she dares to return!
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