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Looking down at her phone she said.. fuck these people.. tomorrows another day.. lets listen to George Michael..
this i like..
& as we drive home through the dark trashy LA streets listening to careless whisper i think wow i cant believe i actually met a cool friend at saks in beverly hills..
Sometimes i go out & drink cheap vodka tonics in crowded hipster bars.. i realize that the coolest bars in LA dont even have signs.. they have names but no signs.. they look like abandoned buildings on the outside & dive bars on the inside but they are not.. they are happening places full to the brim with flannel.. mustache.. chanel.. large rimmed glasses.. the hippest trends the scruffy elite.. it reminds me of home but a copy of home.. Detroit is in..
i think that vodka tonics taste like throw up but i can only have so many rum & diet cokes (no one drinks real coke in LA) before i feel like my tongues being pierced with sugar.. so i bitter it up with vodka tonics & later with tequila to keep it sane..
i often end up alone outside standing around sunset blvd looking at the smog rid'n stars & wishing i smoked so i had an excuse for my anti social tendencies.. but no just me.. its always just me.. trying to realize where i am.. ha
i need to stop going out on wednesday nights..
i need to find a new drug..
this weekend is coachella & everyone is going to palm springs to party & get sloshed by the pool.. no one even really has tickets to coachella & the reality is that no one is really going.. its just an excuse for a weekend trip to the desert.. and im supposed to be packed and ready by nightfall but i dont think im going to go.. i need to work on something art related & justin threw a hissy fit because we are going to San Fransisco next weekend & i dont really have the money for another weekend binge.. its true & i know if i go ill spend all my 20s on cheap liqueur & shit.. theres no way i can go & not spend.. plus my moods a bit in the unstable area.. i can feel it & i dont need to breakdown because i cant look at another skinny bitch in tight jeans & feathers.. i know its silly.. but true.. ive been known to freak out when surrounded by these things.. & without any sort of stability im afraid of my behavior.. so here ill stay.. locked away in my studio with the chihuahuas & justin & we will go to the museum for a lecture & to our friends art show in china town (which is actually the other hip hip hip area right now ha) but justin will scoop me off the floor & make my excuses for me when i get to fucked & start ranting & evil eye'n the crowd.. plus its hard to carry too many drinks or knock over too many drinks with a armful of chihuahua.. im a bit more careful & relaxed..
plus its the last weekend for good whale watching & damn i need to watch those whales.. you know
this i like..
& as we drive home through the dark trashy LA streets listening to careless whisper i think wow i cant believe i actually met a cool friend at saks in beverly hills..
Sometimes i go out & drink cheap vodka tonics in crowded hipster bars.. i realize that the coolest bars in LA dont even have signs.. they have names but no signs.. they look like abandoned buildings on the outside & dive bars on the inside but they are not.. they are happening places full to the brim with flannel.. mustache.. chanel.. large rimmed glasses.. the hippest trends the scruffy elite.. it reminds me of home but a copy of home.. Detroit is in..
i think that vodka tonics taste like throw up but i can only have so many rum & diet cokes (no one drinks real coke in LA) before i feel like my tongues being pierced with sugar.. so i bitter it up with vodka tonics & later with tequila to keep it sane..
i often end up alone outside standing around sunset blvd looking at the smog rid'n stars & wishing i smoked so i had an excuse for my anti social tendencies.. but no just me.. its always just me.. trying to realize where i am.. ha
i need to stop going out on wednesday nights..
i need to find a new drug..
this weekend is coachella & everyone is going to palm springs to party & get sloshed by the pool.. no one even really has tickets to coachella & the reality is that no one is really going.. its just an excuse for a weekend trip to the desert.. and im supposed to be packed and ready by nightfall but i dont think im going to go.. i need to work on something art related & justin threw a hissy fit because we are going to San Fransisco next weekend & i dont really have the money for another weekend binge.. its true & i know if i go ill spend all my 20s on cheap liqueur & shit.. theres no way i can go & not spend.. plus my moods a bit in the unstable area.. i can feel it & i dont need to breakdown because i cant look at another skinny bitch in tight jeans & feathers.. i know its silly.. but true.. ive been known to freak out when surrounded by these things.. & without any sort of stability im afraid of my behavior.. so here ill stay.. locked away in my studio with the chihuahuas & justin & we will go to the museum for a lecture & to our friends art show in china town (which is actually the other hip hip hip area right now ha) but justin will scoop me off the floor & make my excuses for me when i get to fucked & start ranting & evil eye'n the crowd.. plus its hard to carry too many drinks or knock over too many drinks with a armful of chihuahua.. im a bit more careful & relaxed..
plus its the last weekend for good whale watching & damn i need to watch those whales.. you know