a series of dyonisianically inspired yet somewhat unfortunate events...
after months of neglect to you dear livejournal [yick how crusoe]. here i am stranded at a friend's house and all of my collective shit has hit the fan. the months past have been excruciatingly fun [in a painful painful way], my run of luck has run out.
once [upon a time or a month ago] i was partying in the penthouse of the renaissance hotel...now, less than a week before my 25th [or my 1510], my friend is in jail for at least 6 months for crashing her roommate's benz into a copper, my car has been towed and held hostage for 1,165.66, a week later broken down, after being picked up by my dearest abigail and attempted rescue for a show, crashed into by the aforementioned. upon which i took my frustrations of a bounced rent check, hospitalized grandparent and general disenchantment over working two jobs for the same company [plus several publications which refuse to pay me for my work] out on her windshield with my tan suede durangos...needless to say [although i will] i am now the proud [and indebted] for:
(1) geo prizm fuel pump
(1)116.66 owed to (1) landlord Mrs. Pauline Windman [of the late Mr, Murray Windman Family
(1) windshield fitting the make and model of a 1993 volkswagon jetta belonging to (1) abigail heppe
and the proud participant of
(1) dysfuntional [yet still held together] family of {32+ one new cousin on the way]...biding my time whille the matriarch deteriorates.
the only consolation i can muster is..we're all alive, minus a few automobiles and a bit of primary pride....everything is golden.
[i'd like my car to run now.]
once [upon a time or a month ago] i was partying in the penthouse of the renaissance hotel...now, less than a week before my 25th [or my 1510], my friend is in jail for at least 6 months for crashing her roommate's benz into a copper, my car has been towed and held hostage for 1,165.66, a week later broken down, after being picked up by my dearest abigail and attempted rescue for a show, crashed into by the aforementioned. upon which i took my frustrations of a bounced rent check, hospitalized grandparent and general disenchantment over working two jobs for the same company [plus several publications which refuse to pay me for my work] out on her windshield with my tan suede durangos...needless to say [although i will] i am now the proud [and indebted] for:
(1) geo prizm fuel pump
(1)116.66 owed to (1) landlord Mrs. Pauline Windman [of the late Mr, Murray Windman Family
(1) windshield fitting the make and model of a 1993 volkswagon jetta belonging to (1) abigail heppe
and the proud participant of
(1) dysfuntional [yet still held together] family of {32+ one new cousin on the way]...biding my time whille the matriarch deteriorates.
the only consolation i can muster is..we're all alive, minus a few automobiles and a bit of primary pride....everything is golden.
[i'd like my car to run now.]