Dec 20, 2004 00:32
Aerosmith has been wailing on my ipod for the past half hour and I'm craving a bottle of tequila and a sombrero to top me off. This song is the kind you get piss drunk to & then end up leaving a hysterical message on your ex's machine in the middle of the night. I'm putting off my final term paper until the early hours of tommorrow because I'm a masochistic creep who likes feeling frantic at 7 in the morning.
Got back from New York City in time for The Stills show and it was really great. Both were. I love the city. It's so fucking hectic and cold and filled with people trying so hard to be important. The feeling of complete anonimity, hiding behind a long scarf and cigarette smoke, no one knew me and there I was - could have been anybody. I was huddling in a doorway off Houston St. when I felt someone's stare on me so I looked up and it was fucking Vincent Gallo. He probably thought I was gonna mug him and I was thinking the same thing actually. He remains disturbingly attractive.