Walking through the long grass on your hands

Last night was the official Joe's Birthday Celebration. I apparently don't remember much about it, but I said something nasty towards the end of the evening and I am now beating myself up over it.

In related news, Billy Cheese Fries and I tried this new place by McCarren Park and will never eat there again, as the potatoes tasted like they were "cooked in diapers" or "perfume" (BCF's words). I had an ok omelet, but it left me wanting good, old-fashioned diner fare at half the cost.

This diary entry is considerably boring. School starts Tuesday, bitches!

2005-09-03 | 6:06 p.m.

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