www.bollger.com aka blogging while drunk
I just returned from an evening at Saint-Ex where mp3j's galoreyholed the establishment in indie-electroneering bj's. I was one of them.
I was fortunately able to spend time with Crisafer (who wasn't sure about how he felt about being called by his blog name) and Michael and David. We formed what Chris dubbed the Gay Blog Forest (which I, as a newbie, embrace dearly). I pictured infidels and ex-patriots hiding out amongst our thick branches and trunks. *hubba hubba* They would remain trapped for years stuck in our gooey sap. Archeologists of the future would have to use their fancy tools and sifters to dislodge them like a wooly mammoth from the tar pits. One of these scavengers took the form of a straght girl snow hooker in a mohair sweater. The pink band on the sweater with bleached out snowflakes stretched across her breasts (sponsored by David Hasselhoff) to accentuate her personality. Boys at school used to talk about her behind her back: "Her titties are so hot, she has no personality" She was the Anti-Paula Poundstone. The girl continually told me that my jacket was great and that I was cute. She then proceeded to tell me that she'd been drinking since 2PM at the WHFS staff christmas party. Is that some type of underhanded compliment? Despite all this, I liked having her around. She didn't last long and before we knew it she was like a tree in the Lorax.
The mp3j idea appeals to me in that "free jukebox" kind of way where you know that nobody is going to pop in a fiver and force you to wait 5 hours to hear your songs. The music generally appeals to the pioneer in search of new lands. Q and not U ranks as my favorite new territory of the evening. My list included Ladytron "NuHorizon", Bucci Bag "More Lemonade" and The Breeders "Full on Idle." I thought that the evening lacked Talking Heads "Burning Down the House" in honor of the recent blazes in PG county and VA as well as the DC serial arsonist. Maybe next time.
Sorry for no links. It's just too much work right now.
I was fortunately able to spend time with Crisafer (who wasn't sure about how he felt about being called by his blog name) and Michael and David. We formed what Chris dubbed the Gay Blog Forest (which I, as a newbie, embrace dearly). I pictured infidels and ex-patriots hiding out amongst our thick branches and trunks. *hubba hubba* They would remain trapped for years stuck in our gooey sap. Archeologists of the future would have to use their fancy tools and sifters to dislodge them like a wooly mammoth from the tar pits. One of these scavengers took the form of a straght girl snow hooker in a mohair sweater. The pink band on the sweater with bleached out snowflakes stretched across her breasts (sponsored by David Hasselhoff) to accentuate her personality. Boys at school used to talk about her behind her back: "Her titties are so hot, she has no personality" She was the Anti-Paula Poundstone. The girl continually told me that my jacket was great and that I was cute. She then proceeded to tell me that she'd been drinking since 2PM at the WHFS staff christmas party. Is that some type of underhanded compliment? Despite all this, I liked having her around. She didn't last long and before we knew it she was like a tree in the Lorax.
The mp3j idea appeals to me in that "free jukebox" kind of way where you know that nobody is going to pop in a fiver and force you to wait 5 hours to hear your songs. The music generally appeals to the pioneer in search of new lands. Q and not U ranks as my favorite new territory of the evening. My list included Ladytron "NuHorizon", Bucci Bag "More Lemonade" and The Breeders "Full on Idle." I thought that the evening lacked Talking Heads "Burning Down the House" in honor of the recent blazes in PG county and VA as well as the DC serial arsonist. Maybe next time.
Sorry for no links. It's just too much work right now.
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11:04 PM
