And before that...

So my DJ name is DJ Tikki Tikki Tembo No Sa Rembo Cherry Berry Ruchi Pip Perry Pembo. You like? Don't shorten it. Whole thing. I insist. Anyway, it was fun, but I think in my DJ fantasy inside my head, I just kind of assumed that if i let stuff build up right and dropped Lucy Pearl's "Dance Tonight" at just the right moment, the whole village would erupt into ass-shaking fabulosity, since, whenever I play that in my car with the windows down i start singing to all of the people next to me in the traffic and they all seem ready to drop it all and party right then and there. But no such luck. But i sure had fun and the people drank plenty and stayed late, and i think i sold some strangers on the tindersticks which, as we all know, is my prime directive at all times and in all situations.

In other news, it seems that the graffiti I wrote in the hut bathroom has had some actual effect. Two weeks ago I wrote:
Girls who pee on the seat
are NO FRIENDS OF MINE.

and since then I have only had to wipe the seat down once.

Silly hoes.

This weekend there is a party each night, plus a Most Secret Method Last Show For a While because Marc is going to be a fantsy shakespearean thespian and the fantsy program directors seem to think that punk rock is bad for your voice.

Silly hoes.

Today at lunch my pickup number was 666, so today is my lucky day.

Silly hoes? no, that doesn't make sense.

Hey what did you get me for my birthday? It's weird, i'm totally not celebrating this year. Last year i had a party and max and ralph and ben came to spin and i had a tiara and a new outfit and it was ASS HOT so no one danced cause everyone was outside, but it was still a total party.

This year I'm going to other people's parties that they're throwing for their own selfish reasons. I don't even have any specific plans for the day of except to sleep in and do the recycling, and i don't care. It's weird. I should really go to Mars' party saturday but I just don't feel like being out of town this weekend. Hey, wait, have we discussed how cute it is that me and mars were born less than 24 hours and 20 miles apart? So cute. It's especially good cause we've got that different day buffer... i had a boyfriend once who had the same birthday as me and it didn't work right cause it was like "uh, you take me to lunch and i'll take you to dinner." It's like, on your birthday you're supposed to get a neckrub and not have to give one back, but that doesn't work if you're both expecting that. I mean you can do reciprocal neckrubs any old day. He should have changed his birthday, if he really loved me.

I don't like Sarah Michelle Gellar even a little. And i will tell her to her face.