The plan was to lay on my bed in the dark, have a glass of wine, and listen to the new Mars Volta album in its entirety. It would have been a night for the ages. What could go wrong?
I'll tell you what could go wrong: I live in a dorm, my room has the only television, and Nip/Tuck is on. (NB: I don't know if the "/" is part of the title, but if it isn't FX television is missing out on some prime graphic appeal.)
So instead of Cedric Bixler Zavala and Omar Rodriguez-Lopez (and I have to mention Jon Theodore... and I guess Flea... etc. etc. et. al. sui generis quid pro quo) I got an edgy blend of sex and violence coupled thrown against the composite backdrop of Lesley undergraduate life, which is sort of like a pre-sex all girls sleepover scene in a cheap lesbian porno.
I'm sorry, I must seem a bit tense. I start getting vulgar when I'm feeling tense. I'll drown my angst in Chaucer and Ibsen tomorrow, and I promise, I'll have sweeter things to say. Things that will make you wet down there, because I'm that good with words.
See, there's the vulgarity again. What a pig.
Goodnight.
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