I don't want to use your love

I just finished my thesis, and so I am kicking back, at 1am, with a six pack of tall boy Steel Reserve, my favorite malt liquor, purchased from our very own Harlem Up! 24 Hour Deli. The song of the hour, courtesy of my good friend Deejay Gonzo, whose mix, Dance Party for Dummies Vol. 1 got me through the thesis process, is The Outfield - I Don't Want to Lose Your Love Tonight. I'm going to give you the song, but you should download the mix. It's very swell, and it kept me amped during the two all-nighters that went down this past week. Check him out.

But still: I just want to use your love, I don't want to lose your love.

The Outfield - I D...

My Sugar

Last night, the woman that I love threw my giant Pixy Stix out of the window of a cab on the West Side highway, because I'm "getting fat" and "I deserved it for hurting her hand" with said tube of colored sugar. She is the greatest. Seriously.

Other great things about her:

-She is artistic.
-She likes hot chocolate.
-If she ever converts to Judaism, it won't be because of me, it will be because she wants to do it.
-She dances to pop songs with this silly little dance, so cute that it melts me.
-She might be getting her own blog soon, that I'm not allowed to read or link to, because it will be secret.
-She also has secret identities.
-Other than hot chocolate, I know that she likes cupcakes, popsicles, waffles, and chicken marsala.
-She punches me in her sleep if she dreams about me being fresh.
-I think she's still sleeping in my bed right now, even though I am at work.
-She complained that I never write about her in my blog.

Anyway, sorry, this post is lame, but it's not for you.
We'll be back to our regularly scheduled blog later.