There’s a string hanging from my bathrobe cuff

In the spirit of total disclosure, I must say that Iain and I watched High Fidelity today for the 15th time.

John Cusack cracks my shit up: “I will now sell 5 copies of ‘The Three EP’s’ by the Beta Band.” And my personal favorite: “WHAT FUCKING IAN GUY?!”

We had reheated pizza from Pizza Shan’s for dinner — Iain bought a few on Monday to stock up for the week, since we don’t usually feel like cooking on Wednesdays. How lame is that? And Pizza Shan’s is a very interesting pizzeria. It appears to be Asian owned and operated. Of course, I can only say this by virtue of the fact that a) “Shan” is not, say, very Italian-sounding; b) A secret-asian man took our order and c.) A secret-asian man delivered our pizza. If this makes me a presumptuous bastard, so be it. Besides, their pies are amazing.

And my girl Hurricane Denise [a moniker she earned far before Isabel hit the streets] called. I must say, it’s so good to reconnect with old college friends.

September 25, 2003 | Filed Under auto-categorized