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Tonight, the Gypsy Mafia has a job. The first one since the New Year's Eve Mannjager 'hit.' For those of you out of the loop, the Gypsy Mafia is not really a mob, and for the sake of those who may have already gone running for the hills, we are not going to kill you, or anyone else for that matter. We're also going to a Twins game. They lost last night, 5-0, to the Rockies, the worst road team in baseball. Losers. I'm sure they'll get back into the swing of things (Y'see what I did there? It was a pun. I italicized 'swing,' because it's a baseball term. Double meaning. Get it? Ha HAH! Forget it.).

Yesterday we (I'm not even going to try to list everyone.) went to the drive-in. The Italian Job, Bruce Almighty, The Matrix Reloaded. I'd already seen them all once. Earlier, Joe and I, being the dorks that we are, decided to surprise our G-Fs at school on their last day, by meeting them after their final... er... final final of the day. Heh.

In the past week, I've bought:
Tom Waits' Heartattack and Vine, Neil Young's Harvest, James Taylor's Sweet Baby James, Kanser's It Wrote Itself, The Flaming Lips' Fight Test EP, Jack Johnson's On And On, Bill Cosby's Wonderfulness, Big Ditch Road's Ring, The New Pornographers' Electric Version, and by the time most of you have read this, Radiohead's Hail to the Thief.

Needless to say, the graduation money is going to good use.

I also got a laser pointer. Nothing spells fun like a laser pointer. Oh god... It's so fun.

I think I'll take out the bike today. Eh. Maybe not. Probably not. Not. Fuck it.

Peace.
-Todd