Mazel Tov

So Friday night was fun. I went to Carly's for the first time in forever, so did Amanda and Amber. We swirled the dust that you can see when the sun comes through the window the right way, scared the pizza guy with a guitar and a trucker hat, sat on the pavement under a street lamp, lifted each other up to a window to laugh at Carly's neighbor's Grand Theft Auto bikini girl posters, and played the oft looked down upon game of Go Into an AOL Chat Full of Older Gay Men and Talk About Piggy Banks. Klondike Bars, bench swings and made-up curse words. Good times, people.

The topic of Christina Aguilera and her varying levels of skankiness has been beaten to death. But can anyone explain her little one arm in the air, one hand on her head, mussing her hair pose? Has it become the international symbol for Women Against Being Called Sluts, or just a creative way of hiking up her tube top? I'd also like an explanation for what on earth would posess me to sit through that video.

We drove by a few of the band's 47 car washes today, but my dad wouldn't turn around to see if Sagen and Ashley were there. He's no fun. We wanted to do a car wash for dance this summer. We figure if we get Company I out there in bathing suits, we'd make a good profit and a few honked horns and shouted catcalls out of the deal. I'll manage the money, fully clothed, thank you.

Eva's mom's much-belated Bat Mitzvah was Saturday morning. I cried a little bit and stole tiny cups of wine with Eva. I could so be Jewish. I'm having a love affair with their bread, and the music is so much cooler than Jesus songs. But don't tell Carly's insane cousin that. They use guitars and tambourines. Instruments of the devil, roar.

What's the point of "catching up" with my sleep this afternoon if I was just going to go to bed at this hour?

At least MTV saves the semi-decent videos for 3 am.

2003-09-14 @ 2:41 a.m.

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