So, i’m missing out on my semi-regular saturday night of drinking at Amy’s house for this very special event. Amy and i met at our orientation here at Drexel because i was wearing a Tori Amos t-shirt and she had packed the same one for the next day. That was the beginning of a beautiful friendship that has since included insane record-shopping binges, leopard print underwear bought from k-mart, a PJ Harvey concert, a madonna danceathon, and all sorts of drunkeness at Amy’s house. Truth be told, i really don’t drink especially much, but at Amy’s house there’s always time to knock a few back, climb onto the coffee table, and sing Tina Turner in falsetto.

I should just stick to the songs… i’m sounding like a bigger and bigger idiot with every normal post that goes by.