Good People- Jack Johnson

where did all the good people go?
i've been changing channels and i don't see any
on the tv shows

yesterday's party was enjoyable.
all the mass commers got a VIP table. :D and all the mass commers hung out together, so it was good cuz we all knew each other.

the bartenders were quite generous with the alcohol, and that made me very happy. :)
val and i danced with this african-american lady. she was good! quite a funky person i must say. then at the end of the party this swiss dude wanted to invite everybody to his house. haha.

anyhows, we went to joel's place for a while and then grabbed food at this supposed 24-hour place. we wanted to eat prata at this 23-hour stall at first, but we unlucky enough to go at the ONE hour that they were closed. humms. then ashley and i went to eat macbreakfast. he's such a cool dude. i reached home in the morn.

anyhow, i fell asleep but i managed to drag my butt out to retrieve my PAY.
i was quite thrilled. palpably.
i went on a shopping spree after that with nat. haha! last minute thing. but yea i was afraid they would run out of the Nike bag i wanted at Limited Edition. then i got meself some nice shades. and then sean paul and the killers' cds. and then i ALMOST bought that 65 bucks batman vintage tee, but nat dissuaded me. darn. i had yami yoghurt too.

nat and i weren't very dressed for town, but whatever. *chuckles

nat: don't you get some obscene satisfaction at looking like a hobo yet taking out so much cash?
me: what? boho you mean? bohemian?
nat: no. do you even know what hobo means? it means homeless body.
me: oh.

then we went to visit sel and val at Raoul. gosh val's boss was shooting daggars at us when we were chatting. literally.
i saw kevin (shear, remember? gmps) at heeren. then i ratted on his brother, cuz i saw kenny at gotham last night and he was wobbling all over. kenny's in RI la! and he's clubbing now. i bet he's one of those athletic people already guaranteed a place in ac or sth.

anyhow, i made some interesting observations when i was out today.
i saw this man who had a hole in the back pocket of his pants. he kept fiddling the hole with his thumb, like he loved the fact that there was a hole there for his fingers to be busy with.
the indian lady who sells tissue at the traffic light is speaking better english now.

my new ipod is in my hands now. :) my mum went to hassle the repair people and they gave us one today. haha. life is good with portable music.

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