VAS Littlecrow - The Journal of Vanesa Littlecrow W.
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3rd-May-2008 06:49 pm - Oh the Lulz!!!
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The sun is back!  YAY!  To celebrate, here's a very special Irn Bru commercial.

19th-Oct-2007 07:44 am - Weird
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Today many things happened, and most of them were weird.

  1. I forgot my super yummy yogurt at Courie's
  2. I lost all sense of direction.  I went to Courie's work after visiting the Sprint Store to get my upgraded phone.The trip should have taken me ten minutes became an hour-long battle against road construction.
  3. I lost all sense of direction again.  I was late to work for 45 minutes even though I left an hour early.  Courtesy, once again, road construction.  Thankfully, some employees at the liquor store were equally late, so the manager was understanding.  So was the client and the booking agent.
  4. One of my booking agents used to be a thrasher.  Nothing like talking about going out to Ground Zero to discover dirt on your booking agent's punky, skateboarding past.
  5. The drive through guy at Taco Bell heckled me for ordering only one taco and called me cheap.  He apparently couldn't tell the difference between iced tea and Sprite, so I got a nasty surprise.  That's what I get for buying food in the ghetto part of North Minneapolis.
  6. Ground Zero was a blast until my knees got sore, but it was nice seeing a few of y'all there.  I was sad, however, because I am no longer allowed to dance barefoot there.  It was kind of funny when Courie pointed out shortly after I was forced to don foot gear, while she was smoking in the rainy outdoors, that they were playing a song about, "Revolution."  The joys of Socialism -- forced foot gear and smoke-free bondage clubs.  At least my clothes didn't stink.  Nevertheless, it just didn't seem the same.  Maybe it was the rules, maybe it was the fact that 18 year olds were allowed to dance there now, but it definitely made me sad when I saw poor Mistress Jean look bummed  on the stage at the chore of paddling a very unattractive bald guy with sumo thongs and a butt with more cottage cheese and hair than a hippie commune.  Depressing.

Go Minneapolis!  I am heading to the Minnesota Institute of the Arts to stare at Georgia O' Keefe, return my event kit to my booking agent (who also feels music gets too loud as one ages,) visit with Justin and AJ, and maybe hang around with Harlequin before I pass out from exhaustion.

Cheers.
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