Friday, July 11, 2003

All Cooled Down 07.11.03

Tonight may have to be a night to relax and not run through Manhattan. Last night I hit Patio's for Po-Po's b-day and that place was stack-up with heads. Too many, too many. But my favorite Hina was in the house and sobered and as adorably lesbian as always. We had our moments. Then I had to step out of that place.

That's all. Time to make some edits and back to Isaac Hayes singing about his chocolate salty balls.

De La Soul is tomorrow. Summerstrage. Hit that s**t like it's your last joint. If you're Ike, hit it like-- nah, I won't go there.

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