Archive for March, 2003

. . . ain’t cool no more . . .

faked by Sunday, March 2nd, 2003

so a good friend is down in new orleans for the week, hoping to catch as many concerts as possible. wednesday night he got to see interpol, and thursday was the ludacris show.

i was more interested in the ludacris than the interpol. i don’t like ludacris, but i figured the show would be a lot cooler. and it was! it was!
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ah, sunday.

faked by Sunday, March 2nd, 2003

i wish everyday was like sunday. my little neighborhood is so wonderful i can’t walk more than a block before spotting somebody—today, in rapid succession:

1. criminal procedure professor, walking her two ugly dogs

2. buddy from school who only addresses people—men and women—by their last names, driving in his giant white chevy truck

3. a guy i haven’t seen in five years , who lives in portland now, walking with friends that live down the street. they were taking him to see how high the river’s risen in the past weeks.
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