The Unlife of the Party

July 25, 2008

I went to the Viper Pit last night. There seems to a pattern emerging when I go. And that pattern is: My arrival signifies the end of the party. Of course, I do seem to arrive extremely (not fashionably) late every time. At least that’s what I hope it is and not some sort of digital B.O. that everyone is too polite to tell me about…

And here’s a picture of a geisha talking to a vampire and her latex-bondage-dog-thing.

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