January 8, 2005

  • A night to remember xtina…

    Xtina is leaving us, back to Idaho, where no one will tell you that you da ho. Because it’s not over done. It never is.

    Since I survived a bad rollercoaster at work, I decided I needed a change. I went from canny intellectual

    To young boy on the verge of a nervous fixup (breakdown? Get it? Okay, not that funny).

    So the party. Mickey’s Blue Room, very xtina. Everyone was there.

    Greg can’t keep his hands off me.

    Charlotte has a cool ass shemale purse.

    Lauren has vanilla cigarettes in a classy pack.

    Who knows what is special about this picture?

    We went to see Woody fu spin at some sweat spa dance basement, this is one good cab shot,

    and we found the zaki pat surprise.

    Really, look at that picture. Pat, me, xtina, Barlow, how much ego can a camera withstand? Most people shudder at that sight.

    X, you shall be missed. To paraphrase myself: “A big white ball of hopes and dreams that like everything else meandered away from my life.”