Two skinny blond late teen-aged/early-twenty boys sang an Indy-rock duet on the patio of Muddy Waters Espresso, on a hot summer night. One of the boys played the guitar, and back-up vocals, while the other sang a song about love, loss, and the dichotomy of the English language...Jesus fuck it was a stupid song. Four groupies sat next to these two self-absorbed cock-stars, and swooned like a dog about to lick peanut-butter off its master's balls. I sat on the hood of my Ford Focus, drank my English tea, and watched the nancy-twins play their retard-songs. In my peripheral, I noticed that two of the groupies kept looking at me...fuck it was annoying. I have a cold, my sinuses are stuffed, and I wasn't in the mood to have some teen-aged sluts giving me snide looks.
Wow...Studio 60 ended pretty dramatically; The full moon is putting me in a funny mood; and I think that chick that just killed her mom, in Halawa, is kind of hot.
Anywho, I'm going to fucking sleep.
Peace,
--DoobiePotter
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