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6/18/02 Nothing's more boring than

6/18/02

Nothing's more boring than listening to someone else's ailments, although that never stopped my Auntie Donna. Suffice to say I suffered today through the kind of sinus congestion that even the reliable Afrin couldn't conquer. I'm told that I have to get surgery for my deviated septum, which wasn't even deviated through anything fun like cocaine. I fucked up my sinuses by smashing my nose into the lip of a trashcan. At least I got something out of my three years in LA.

While Tessa went to watch the WNBA's Lady Liberty play the Orlando Miracle (God, I hate focus-group-tested sports names) at Madison Square Garden, I met Sean, Jordana and Michelle in the East Village for fish and or chips. Michelle's set to go on the AIDS ride tomorrow and wanted to give me my birthday presents before she left bike riding gloves, a leatherman, and a cool electronic odometer! Now I can see in glorious, vivid detail how many miles I can ride before I get exhausted and cranky.

Sean and Michelle describe Mom finding a used condom wrapper in Michelle's coat when she was 13

Later on, we went to Urban Outfitters and gawked at the pre-fab hipster T-shirts that say things like "Goldfarb Family Reunion 1982" on it, retailing for $26.99 I mean, who the fuck are they kidding? You can get the real thing on 1st Ave. for half the price, and that includes washing out the musty smell. I used to think that our generation (and I'm including you 25-year-olds, too, ya bunch of big-pants-wearin' rave muthafuckas) was impossible to target, that we could sniff someone selling our secrets back to ourselves and avoid the Man like the plague, but if Urban Outfitters is making money on these T-shirts, then maybe even those days are gone.

They did have O.P. shirts, though, and I almost bought one.