quelle surprise

so i'm back in nyc

approaching double digit beer status and watching music \/ideos on demand

pink's who knew at the moment... um, i pretty much knew...that kelly clarkson would sing this song way better, you p!nk betch!

anyway i'm reading the follow up novel from the guy who wrote the mysterious incident of the dog in the nighttime or whatever. it's about a guy who has a lesion which he confuses for cancer as his sanity slowly unravels to madness, but all done with an eye toward propriety

so i was invited to this fashion week party. paul smith's preview party hosted by gq and beefeater. i didn't go because i thought drinking beers and watching pink would be better. something tells me i'm coming out on the winning end. i mean there's a dude in this video riding the gravitron and then overdosing and then the girlfriend drowns herself. i'm pretty sure i'd find nothing of the sort on the rooftop of the gansevoort. then again...

now a pulsing equalizer is being anthropomorphized to show jt doing his thang. it's just the lovestoned way, don't worry about it. she's freaky and she knows it. now you know that. at least it's melismatic.

i think that's about enough.