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so last night i went to a show at tt's and right when i got there this middle-aged buzzed man approaches me and asks me if "i'm on that website", after i "played ignorant" and said i had no idea what website he was referring to, i eventually learn that he's talking about suicide girls and that coincidentally they were on tour next door at the middle east last night, too. this before mentioned creepah then tells me that i really am on there cause he'd definitely seen my pictures before, and even with my continued denials he was still convinced that i'm a suicide girl. so yeah, ask me to sign your ass-cheek some time or something.
oh, and just to let you all know, if the party never ends up coming to you because seriously a line of three parties falls through, you CAN go find the party yourself and here is exactly how:
1. get on the 66 bus with 4 other girls you've only briefly talked to before and get off at commonwealth/harvard ave.
2. wander. follow any red and/or blue plastic cups you see scattered on the ground. there is a good possibility that nobody is outside, but keep wandering aimlessly and don't let the lack of intoxicated activity bring you down.
3. once you see the first group of approximately 8 people walking, casually follow them. in this case, they stopped walking and asked us if we knew were there was a party, and we said we had no idea and were actually planning to follow them, upon which case they admitted they wanted to follow us, too.
point: being desperate brings people together.
4. you will then see 3 really fat guys emerge out of an apartment door. these fat guys will probably seem to have a heavenly glow around them and you'll then instinctively know you have to ask them "where's the party at?!?!"
5. above mentioned fat guys then lead you six blocks to this huge apartment where a HIGHSCHOOL ENGLISH TEACHER will then give you a tour of the house. you will most likely just dance to michael jackson and kris kross until 2 in the morning and be surrounded by uncomfortably old people, but i mean, whatever, the shit was free.
(that guy said i had the most incredible hair ever, but of course that statement loses its legitimacy coming from a bald guy)
I'M NOW IN SOMEONE'S CELL PHONE UNDER THE ALIAS "EMILY N00DZ", FOR REASONS THAT ACTUALLY EXIST. LIFE IS GOOD.