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Hump it up
Yesterday, we moved into the LA Times building; I'm giddy, and want to obtain a beret for the purpose of flinging it off like Mary Tyler Moore.
After a long day, I headed west to Whist, where the MMX ladies got our grub on and ate elk. (Check Jiyeon's restaurant page in a week for the full review. I'm pretty sure the declaration: "I'm game for game!" was involved.)
Defying all odds, I then hit the Echoplex, and later consumed a 900-calorie Fatburger milkshake with the bitches from the Pity Party at 2am.
I've recovered, and am ready to move on to Hump Day:
I think I've adequately trumpeted my love for Mortified tonight.
But for you peeps who simply can't handle the humiliation of others, I recommned a roadtrip to Awesometown. Hit the Shortstop for some dancey pants ridiculousness courtesy Indie Masher-upper DJ Paul V, and the hotties who bring you Blow Up LA. Hump it up for the ever-lovey Shadowscene for a new, somewhat indecent, profile pic.
PS- For a second I thought that was my hair on the flyer.
Miss Alie Ward
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