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What a weird night I had. It started with me going to see the great cartoonist Adrian Tomine, who does the Optic Nerve comics, reading at Housing Works. On line to buy the comic I met the cutest girl. I was totally crushing on her and we started talking. We even stood together for most of the event. It would have been perfect had an ex-girlfriend of mine showed up with four of her friends and stood about three feet infront of me. The ex is a dumb scenester who didn't shut up during the entire lecture. If someone hadn't asked her to shut up, I would have. Woops, except for the fact that we don't talk to each, chosing instead to ignore each others existance. It honestly makes me laugh at this point.....

Anyway, I had to leave the event early and totally pussied out and didn't ask for the super cute girls number. I'm an idiot and totally regret it now. argh.....

I went and saw this group The Child Ballads. The singer of said group was the singer in Jonathan Fire*Eater who were one fo the greatest bands of all time. Definitely check them out. The rest of JF*E went on to form The Walkmen, but the singer dissapeared into a heroin hase. He's reemerged as a tom Waits-esque folk singer. Very weird....

The night ended at this bar where my friend was dj'ing. I got into a conversation with my friend about girls and how I love them all and he went ranting to me how I have nothing to complain about and then I saw a girl who was cute and my friend laughed at me. He said that she's so my type. I said, oh yeah, so what's my type? To which he instantiously replied, "Girls who look like boys with aids!" My jaw hit the floor. It's not like he even had to think about it. He's probably had been holding onto that line for years.......

Oh, on a final note. Some killer news! I got a freelance writing job for the NYTimes! Holy shit! The biggest paper in the world wants to publish me and my dopey Don Quixote stories. Woohooo!