i love sidewalks that are all sparkly.� i can't imagine why a city would not get sparkly sidewalks.� the sidewalk company says, "ok, 50 new sidewalks.... you want sparkles with that?" and the city says, "nah, we'll take the ones with black, dried up chewing gum on them, instead."� that is totally fucking hitler.� i was walking down the street to the party and someone says, "hey!"� so i thought, "ok, WTF!"� [email protected] was on his porch, talking on his phone, so of course i grabbed the phone and talked to stanley.

i found rei and said, "hey, let's go across the street to the liquor store!"� as soon as we got over there, she said, "so... where's my engagement ring, bitch?!"� she later did an impression of me-- apparently i stick my hip out to the side a bit, gingerly hold my glass up at chest-level and look down my nose at everyone.

my bravery shoots through the roof. i stick my hand in this guy's, hair which i thought looked a lot like alex from blur.� it turns out that he deejays at lipgloss in denver, that a friend of mine went to.� small world!

my friends tried to regale me with wonderful stories about how a guy got stabbed in front of their house and said i shouldn't drive home because i might get mugged by one of the gangbangers that hang out on their block.� "you fucking pussies!! i'm more afraid of having to see indie hipsters at bottom of the hill, than walking around in a 'dangerous hood'..." in the morning, the people from the cafe next door were telling everyone to be careful, because this window (and thus a huge splash of broken glass) had "exploded" onto the sidewalk sometime in the night. LOL WTF.