I was never really convinced that employees of a place needed a specific title -- like partners at Starbucks.

It just occurred [sic. I've never been able to spell that word] to me that I could link to things other than other blogs. For example: I could write a link to a youtube and show you a favorite music video from +/- which was entirely shot with a still 35mm Canon and editing and fade-ins -outs done post-shoot.

Lots of hyphens tonight. And typos! And Parentheses! (It's like a style guide. Boy did I love writing those.) But I only have one hand free. (NO! I'm smoking). ((I wonder if there's a rule) about using too many parentheses in a paragraph.)

And if you don't love me, let me go. Thanks, Decemberists! Maybe this should have been my anthem instead of Suedehead.

I saw Vshal tonight. And John. I hate to say it, but Vshal was much more satisfying, and more complete. Maybe it's because of my history with John. But then, I have a history with Vshal, too. And it's a hot one.

I think I'll just leave the iPod on (did I mention my dentist paid for it?) and be late tomorrow. It's late now. And my throat is sore.

OH, and I brought Jae (I'm guessing at the spelling) and Richard gifts at the Bar. Jae almost cried. Richard gave me free well drinks. There are good ways to make an impression. And bad ones too.

Edwin called to apologize for his assinine attempt at removing me from his life. He deleted me from myspace and friendster and send me two txts which said he could no longer be friends with me. It was Hayleyesque, but much more pathetic -- not to mention unfounded. I'm not ready to be friends with him again.

I hope I still have some sudafed for tomorrow. And I hope Peet's does a venti iced coffee. Though, they don't have the lingo the partners do, and it's probably just a large.

Posted at 01.45