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While technically the fault has to lie with me in the "It's what you make of it" sense, I was really disappointed with Alch. All I wanted to do was dance, but there was not a thing that tickled my fancy. The D&B on the main floor was a yawn...why with such bouncy music is there no dancing? Hell, there isn't really a crowd, yet they get my fav floor grr. Outside the music just wasn't me, and it was muggy. The stage floor was um...weak. I did dance to a couple songs there, only out of frustration and trying to make myself have a good time.

I also, despite running into two people I haven't seen in years, didn't know many people there at all. Was it dead, or just full of strangers?

I needed a dance fix, and don't feel like I got it. Wah - whine, moan, bitch, sulk. Hmph.

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You fuck with the republicans, you pay with your life:
http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&cid=514&ncid=514&e=3&u=/ap/20030718/ap_on_re_eu/britain_weapons_adviser

I would like to say that I have always, currently do, and will continue to support any and all of God and Bush's efforts to bring freedom to the world. Please don't hurt me and my family, I'm patriotic and blindly loyal.

Lunch with Kelowna

My lips are still sticky

I sit here writing, but the smell is still on me. When we finished eating I watched her brush moist red on her lips. A quick mischievous shortcut later, we walked away with a box of Godiva truffles. I opened the box as we walked to the car. I was a little disoriented trying to maneuver both the way back and the box’s guide to which sin was lying beneath which surface. I offered the box to her as we approached the door to the stairs. She glared at me as though trying to pierce me with her eyes, but the draw was too great. Her angry eyes betrayed her, darting down to the temptations that lay below.

I showed her the map to what lay below, and she tore through it. I told her she couldn’t have the cappuccino, so she was instantly mesmerized with it’s coffee coated richness. Still she managed to pull herself away and pulled out an orange liquor truffle coated with a rich dark shell. I held the door to the stair open as two girls passed through it, and I heard “José I hate you.” I laughed, the girls smiled. I turned to see her holding the truffle on the tips of her fingers, a small crescent carved into the side. Her mouth moved like it had a life of its own, slowly, savoring what liquids had started to form inside it. There was the faintest trace of chocolate on the outside of her top lip, and I could see her tongue working into the middle. Her mouth slowed down more, and her eyes turned to me. “I hate you,” she said, showing the last remnants inside her mouth. “I really really hate you.” I couldn’t control my laughter as her control slipped away.

( The second bite )

I laughed, and said "You know what? I do this every day..."