Staple
As usual, I went to Staple and had a blast. Unfortunately, I went a little too hard last night and wore those same flat shoes, so I was a bit sore, especially given that I’ve been walking about five miles a day (from the Caltrain to the cubicle is just shy of 2.5 miles) to work, in the hopes that I’ll not be a fat fuck anymore. I need to join a gym or call an infomercial and get one of those machines.
Staple rocked, particularly when Tasho started spinning. I danced for a while with a group of interesting people, then in the middle of a circle of admirers (during one of my short-lived bursts of energy), then among a bunch of fuckers who kept asking me where they could get E. If you have to ask, you don’t need to know. Am I wrong? I didn’t think so.