using only the power of email, my roommate has managed to catch the attention of a local alt-rock deejay. he has convinced him that our house would make for the perfect broadcast venue. how? well, with promises of a bevy of beautiful women and free food and alcohol, that’s how. we have none of these things readilly available, you must understand. even if we did, i am pretty damned sure i don’t want to play host to whatever hangers-on might accompany this deejay. and when is this going to happen? apparently, this friday night.
if you could see me now, you would see me shaking my head in dazed wonder with a look of “why” across my face…