::w00t::
it’s so super sunday today. heh. i’m le stoked! (let’s just ignore the fact that it’s not a silver & black sunday…and that we hate the effin’ patriots, shall we? it’s a fuckin’ holiday, yo!)
what can i say? i love the football. it can’t be helped. i will always and forever loves it to pieces and pieces.
f’real & the truth.
in other news, i went to hip hop night with norah last night. it was pretty fucking cool but also monumentally lame ass. lame ass in that no one was there but a bunch of whitehats that probably forgot they’re weren’t having “the letdown” last night.
dj chu is officially my fuckin’ hero, yo. bestest music ever! w00t! they were so en pointe! like f’real & the truth.
since norah was officially ma bitch last night, i boughts da drinks. red stripe is starting to grow on me, yo. i’ve been drinking it a lot more lately when i go out, more than i do da pbr. ever since jetta and i went to the fnx show at the paradise. so there was that and we’re chillin’ & whatnot and this dude comes over all tryin’ to holla…
only he’s like OLD and SKEEVY and totally HAMMERED.
homey don’t play that.
and he reaches out his hand to talk to me and is all:
skeevester: what’s your name?
pineapple: susan.
skeevester: susan? really?
pineapple: yes, really.
skeevester: i’m jerry. [to norah] and you?
scooter: heather.
skeevester jerry: heather? hi i’m jerry. [to me] so, where are you ladies from?
pineapple: canada
skeevester jerry: really?
scooter: oh yeah, we’re from canada, eh.
pineapple: totally, from way up north.
skeevester jerry: so, what do you think of MA?
pineapple: it’s pretty freakin’ warm here.
back with more later…
