mark central

the day of reckoning is soon upon us.

may 4th is the next girl talk extravaganza. it's also my last day of work. essentially, i will dance myself straight into unemployment. i just pray to god there isn't as much savage posturing as the crooklyn show at Studio B. even though we snuck backstage and smoked cigarettes all night, it wasn't that deluxe. plus there was that fist fight i almost got into. it was kind of like a dance off, but with fists. i mean it probably would have been in time to the music, but it wasn't going to be a dance-off, per se.