Saturday, December 12, 2009

Telefon Tel Aviv - Immolate Yourself

At 11pm Saturday night, we stepped out of my apartment to go to the corner store and as she turned to me I could feel that I would have answered no when she asked if I had brought my keys. We spent the next hour calling the landlord and trying to break-in through my back door without the neighbours calling the cops - which they didn't and it has me worried now. We had to spend the night on a futon at my friend's place and it wasn't until 6pm on Sunday when my landlord called me back. We whipped open the blinds, cranked "Helen Of Troy" and became excited to plan the rest of what that weekend had to offer.

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