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Thursday, June 08, 2006

blatantly obvious dancefloor deprivation: leaving one's handbag with complete strangers sitting at a crowded table surrounded by many other complete strangers, then feeling artificially assured that your belongings will be safe.

(after 40mins of sardine-ing with perspiring bodies on the dancefloor)

girl #1: i'm worried about my bag. you think it'll be safe?
girl #2: should be la! (continues dancing)
girl #1: haha ok! (continues dancing)


it seems my brain is prone to shrinking when in a place where the music is loud and the people sweaty.

mar de sade gnarled at 12:48 PM

12:48 PM