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Nick Ciarochi

Sole member of Athens, Georgia indie "band" Jonny Cacophony. Songwriter, cynic, designer, bohemian hedonist. Surprisingly good with children.
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Oct 16, 2005


Last night just as the game was beginning, Jaron called to inform me that he was throwing a camping-themed party in our backyard. Jaron is my roommate; have I explained Jaron? I was a little put out, especially at the thought of a big raging campfire right next to my nicely aged, dry, wooden house, but the soiree was actually a huge success and everyone had a great time. I guess this goes to show how much I know about throwing parties.

I was also a bit surprised to discover that I don't mix my drink as well as other people do. I have to have a couple mixed by other people before I'm tipsy enough to accept my own amateurish blends without throwing myself into a senseless fit of chemistry, adding tiny bits of whiskey and overcompensating with coke until the damn glass overflows.

Shots beforehand! That's the ticket.

Now I'm at the Red & Black again, pleasantly not hung over, ready to design some pages if the budget meeting ever ends. This work schedule is killing me. I need to be struck by an essay-writing muse soon or I'm going to have to, I don't know, take a couple more B's than I'm used to.

IE for Macintosh should be shot. I hate these computers. They're the same computers I had to use in junior year. They sucked then and they're no better now. Fucking Apple bullshit design philosophy. How you like me now Mr job-jobs?

I promise my next post will make some sense. Or possibly be a random bit of song lyrics that I'm not quite done with. So really, as usual, I make no promises.

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