oh, i was getting drunk with s. and the two c.s at sloppy joes, talking about sex, love and relationships.
too drunk actually to read the sms that told me about jacksons death correctly and only realizing when c. got a sms from his lady that told him the same thing.
yeah, great evening.
great day, altogether, too. (waking up next to you, good mood, studying last minute as always, taking my second to last exam, putting new strings on the guitar, seeing the guys from the 12er again after two weeks - or was it three?)
and then michael jackson died and i talked about it, and about how money makes people unzurechnungsfähig, to one of the last wienerische taxifahrer.

so, rest in peace, michael, that's really one good end for his story. altogether actually a sad one, because despite all his sucess and fame and people who believed they loved him, i think he never really got to live, or to love, or to be loved.

(and i'm seriously drunk so i'm gonna go sleep now. on the day michael jackson died.)