Thursday, Jun. 27, 2002 - 10:01 p.m.
I just got home from watching the outdoor venue where I work get pummeled by a thunderstorm. I'm glad that I don't own the thousands upon thousands of dollars worth of gear exposed to the elements tonight.
On the way home, I saw The State's Michael Showalter on the F train. He looked like shit.
I tried to go see the Brooklyn Cyclones play the other night. We were late, and didn't make it there until the 8th inning. Bummer. Every thime I get in my roommate's car, our plans get messed up. Last week, we were going to Roll 'N Roaster, which is some kind of drive-in in Sheepshead Bay, but ended up at the Outback Steakhouse in Bensonhurst. It's much better than the one in Queens that I went to with her.
I'm watching David Bowie: Live By Request right now. I just don't know.
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