Monday, September 20, 2004

"pop it like you're poppin' a cork"

memphis was outstanding. we stayed in the hilton and not the hampton and i only shared a room with my close pal from nyc, jeannine [a.k.a.'jeannie']. many vodka martinis were had and much inappropriate, tasteless banter was exchanged. if i hear "all night (don't stop)" of janet's damita jo album, i might either break out into a sexy walk ["then look over your left shoulder..."] thanks to by-proxy instruction from one of miss jackson's dancers, brian friedman, or just commence vomiting. it's anyone's guess at this point.

now, i'm back at my desk, feeling flat.

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