uninspired by your smoke and lights

I had something important to say, and now I don't remember.

Probably because I am so incredibly excited about this new outfit I just found in -- where else? -- the National Enquirer.

Stretchie chic? Who knew? I'm so thrilled, and it is so me that I have to wear it every night this week. So not only will you be sure to spot me at the Dear Leader show tomorrow night at the Mercury Lounge (8PM, the A&R special, I'd presume), you'll see me coming straight through the weekend. Hey, I got Febreze. Don't judge.

Also, speaking of Febreze, the other night at this Super Bowl thing, everyone was smoking inside because the bar was closed for the private party, I guess. Man, I stunk when I got home. And my throat was closed up and I felt like ugh. You'd think I wouldn't have gotten so sensitive to it quite so fast, having grown up with two smokers and spending at least one night a week in a smoky bar for nearly 10 years, but man, I can't tolerate it in large doses like that anymore.

Lame. Ass.