everything is.

my friends, doing vodka shots until 3:30 in the morning does not a clear head make. nonetheless, i have to give some props to the bartender at the boat: she turned me onto crystal palace, which apparently beat out grey goose in a blind, albeit non-scientific, taste test.

she also bought me a beer, god bless her.

(the boat is a bar that reminds me so much of the ol' engine room, it's almost frightening.)

today the plan is to head to finally see "rize". i do love david lachappelle and have been meaning to get my ass to see some clown-krumping for some time.

in other movie news, have you heard about this nudie-cutie? sounds terribly boring, doesn't it? go ahead and just send me your ten bucks, because here's a plot summary: boy and girl fuck for 66 minutes to franz ferdinand.

god.