pitchfork iv

no i wasn't there but i heard the dulcid tones through the breezey chicago saturday evening were sweet. apparently Grizzly Bear was really good, but I find that really hard to believe seeing as how they SUCK DICK--- seriously though i'm told tweedy and mizzz leslie fiest did a nice redition of Wilco's ???

But in all seriousness let's talk about the bullshit that fat-titted bitch pulled on me Friday night. First I see her across the street from the Blue Fugue (formerly the Music Cafe for all of you who have disavowed all knowledge of CoMo, BoCoMo, or Mid-Mo-- whatever you called it), and she totally blows me off w/ some half-assed FLUSY wave. So I say fuck it, but it doesn't end there. I'm so frustrated/confused/pissed off that I decide to leave... An hour later, my roommate calls me to tell me there's some big-titty black chic who's mad and who's looking me. She apparently ends her futile search by utterly. "fuck this shit...he's not even worth it." Not worth it... really? REALLY? So anyway, I call her the next day to smooth it over. (oh, did i mention that i put pants back on and drove down to the bar, except by that time she'd gone, but that's beside the point.) And she said that she doesn't think she has time to see me again, really? REALLY? Then she has the nerve to suggest that she is somehow entitled to my things. Case in point, she borrowed approximately 17 books from me (as a test to prove her awesome reading speed & comprehension... whatever... who gives a shit). So when I called her, she suggested that she would keep the Chuck Klosterman book, IV. I didn't say anything over the phone; this was at the very end a very brief conversation. I thought about for about two seconds and realized the ridiculousness of the request and quickly sent her message that in no uncertain terms demanded that book returned with the others. MY GOD!