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My computer, for no apparent reason, started making these really weird noises. I couldn't tell where it was coming from. Must have been a malfuncitioning pop up ad or something. I recorded a few seconds of it in case I get abducted by aliens or murdered. If you don't hear from me in a couple of days, take the tape from the tape recorder to the left of the keyboard to the authorities.

Where was I? The rest of the night started to take some weird turns when this drunk hipster who was sporting a faux-hawk did a split on the bar. No one was quite sure what to say until he started swinging his cardigan around and knocked out a panel from the dropped ceiling. Curt Jackson took action (ooh! a poem!) and pulled him off of the bar. I gave him a dirty look. (That'll show him.) There was some further inappropriate behavior on his part with . I'm still not clear as to what exactly happened, but girls got upset and guys wanted to punch the Faux-hawk. I just sort of stood off to the side and said, “Huh?” I did shoot the Faux-hawk some more dirty looks. You'll never wieze in this town again, jackass.
Seriously, though, acting like an idiot I think is okay if you're at a private affair and among friends who know you well enough to dismiss any stupidity. But acting like that in public, especially when you're well over the legal age to be consuming alcohol, is just unacceptable. Also, molestation is never acceptable. Simply put, if three or four Miller High Lifes are going to turn you into Courtney Love, stay the fuck at home…and keep your grimy “I-don't-shower-cause-I-listen-to-the-Strokes” ass off the bar.
Rilly.
Besides that, there's a bunch of stuff going on tonight and the weather, as per her usual, is being an arse. I'm mostly concerned about the free outdoor Wilco concert tonight. I want to go but waaahhh, I might get wet..or struck by lightning. I already missed the free Maceo Parker concert last night…although, that was mostly due to my inability to keep dates straight in my head.
Local darlings the are playing two events today. Hopefully I'll be able to make it to at least one of them…You know I'm reading back over the last couple of sentences and realizing that people who complain about how there's nothing to do in Pittsburgh are absolute morons. Granted, this is an exceptionally busy time of year but if you can't find at least one interesting thing to do this weekend of all weekends then you're just an exceptional bore and should probably consider offing yourself.
So there.
I still haven't done any of the housework I mentioned in the last entry. I did, however, sprinkly Holy Water on my CPU*, eat some cold Lipton noodles, eat a peach, and flipped through this crappy, no-substance dance magazine that I picked up at PBT today after my Pilates lesson. I should go write for them. It looks pretty easy. The cover story was about 800 words long. I guess ballet dancers are stupid. The magazine is mostly pretty pictures anyway. I guess the real money there would be in photography…okay I'm getting off on a tangent.
My kid's probably awake.

*Not really, I don't have any Holy Water. Fuck that.

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