I just can't think of a subject. Fuck!
It's Thursday already?
This week, much like this whole year, seems to be moving
at warp speed.
I guess that's better than it moving by sluggishly.
Tuesday night I went to Dark Room with Danny and Kortni.
As soon as I walked in, I liked it. Tiny and hardly lit
to create this really satisfying dingy/sexy atmosphere.
It had a vibe reminiscent of Ghoul Skool, in a way.
And they have PBR on tap. sweeeeeet!
We had some drinks, Kortni and I got tipsy and danced with
no shoes by the end of the night, and managed to not tumble
ass over feet down the steepest set of stairs, that lead into
the overhead loft area.
Part of my left knee is missing. Due to a classic Kylie accident involving
me falling victim to pockmarked sidewalk while trying to walk after
FAR too many drinks. It needed stitches; again in classic Kylie fashion,
I didn't get them. It's gonna take fucking forever to heal.
Rock and roll, bitch, laughing at myself as blood pours down my leg
and I leave behind a hunk of flesh on the pitted, gravely sidewalk.
Would I do it any other way? Hah.
My Christmas wasn't so bad. My little brother Andy and his girlfriend, Kristin,
went apeshit with gifting. Which made me feel like a bit of a heel
for not being able to do the same, but que sera sera, I suppose.
They gave me a bitchin' IPod, and this amazing hair straightening iron that
you can use on wet hair to dry *and* flatten it.
This cuts a good 30 minutes out of my usual drying-then-ironing ritual.
God bless it.
I'm still getting mail that was sent to me when I still lived at the apartment
in Long Beach. It's been 3 months now since the move, so where the hell has
this mail been?
Who knows.
I got two checks from Knott's, my pay for 2 days or so before Haunt and I
parted ways for the season.
I need to go cash those today, and do a couple of other things.
Tonite, I'm thinking I may be heading out to Perversion. An email I got last nite
from a friend I have not seen in a year and a half is my only real
motivation to do so, but a good one. I miss him a lot, and since I'm in
a pretty perky mood I think going out will be fun reguardless of the fact
that it *is* Perv.
Now to shower and use the cool hair straightener, and then find a check place.
This week, much like this whole year, seems to be moving
at warp speed.
I guess that's better than it moving by sluggishly.
Tuesday night I went to Dark Room with Danny and Kortni.
As soon as I walked in, I liked it. Tiny and hardly lit
to create this really satisfying dingy/sexy atmosphere.
It had a vibe reminiscent of Ghoul Skool, in a way.
And they have PBR on tap. sweeeeeet!
We had some drinks, Kortni and I got tipsy and danced with
no shoes by the end of the night, and managed to not tumble
ass over feet down the steepest set of stairs, that lead into
the overhead loft area.
Part of my left knee is missing. Due to a classic Kylie accident involving
me falling victim to pockmarked sidewalk while trying to walk after
FAR too many drinks. It needed stitches; again in classic Kylie fashion,
I didn't get them. It's gonna take fucking forever to heal.
Rock and roll, bitch, laughing at myself as blood pours down my leg
and I leave behind a hunk of flesh on the pitted, gravely sidewalk.
Would I do it any other way? Hah.
My Christmas wasn't so bad. My little brother Andy and his girlfriend, Kristin,
went apeshit with gifting. Which made me feel like a bit of a heel
for not being able to do the same, but que sera sera, I suppose.
They gave me a bitchin' IPod, and this amazing hair straightening iron that
you can use on wet hair to dry *and* flatten it.
This cuts a good 30 minutes out of my usual drying-then-ironing ritual.
God bless it.
I'm still getting mail that was sent to me when I still lived at the apartment
in Long Beach. It's been 3 months now since the move, so where the hell has
this mail been?
Who knows.
I got two checks from Knott's, my pay for 2 days or so before Haunt and I
parted ways for the season.
I need to go cash those today, and do a couple of other things.
Tonite, I'm thinking I may be heading out to Perversion. An email I got last nite
from a friend I have not seen in a year and a half is my only real
motivation to do so, but a good one. I miss him a lot, and since I'm in
a pretty perky mood I think going out will be fun reguardless of the fact
that it *is* Perv.
Now to shower and use the cool hair straightener, and then find a check place.