A Si Icho
This past week:
- Got super sick at Sheal's techno-fied Maximal party. Rather, on my way home on the train and then at home. Don't remember a good portion of my vomitting session or being thrown into the shower by Mark. I remember rather vaguely quick shots of my eyes catching glimpses of Mark handling me. But, I really insist that something was thrown in my drink. Fucking crazy shit. I have the faint scent of barf a la moi in my favorite coat's sleeves- something that daunts me to think I have to throughly wash.
- Turned twenty fucking years old and rather than hoppping from dance party to dance party throughout the downtown radius, the rainy-cum-snow of the night led Mark, Leo, Gemma, and I to migrate and station ourselves at some great loft party in Bushwick which led to a snowy surprise purchase and ecnounters with a Nylon photographer and guys from Vice asking Gemma if she knew about the drug ether because they were trying to get some for their intern to try, in order to write about it in an upcoming issue.
- Realized that I guess they're not drug-testing me at work anymore. It's been past the month limit they gave me and shit, nothing can stop me now from producing clean results.
- Got a little more home-y in my slowly but surely developing apartment decor/home appliance quadrant of my life.
- Got super sick at Sheal's techno-fied Maximal party. Rather, on my way home on the train and then at home. Don't remember a good portion of my vomitting session or being thrown into the shower by Mark. I remember rather vaguely quick shots of my eyes catching glimpses of Mark handling me. But, I really insist that something was thrown in my drink. Fucking crazy shit. I have the faint scent of barf a la moi in my favorite coat's sleeves- something that daunts me to think I have to throughly wash.
- Turned twenty fucking years old and rather than hoppping from dance party to dance party throughout the downtown radius, the rainy-cum-snow of the night led Mark, Leo, Gemma, and I to migrate and station ourselves at some great loft party in Bushwick which led to a snowy surprise purchase and ecnounters with a Nylon photographer and guys from Vice asking Gemma if she knew about the drug ether because they were trying to get some for their intern to try, in order to write about it in an upcoming issue.
- Realized that I guess they're not drug-testing me at work anymore. It's been past the month limit they gave me and shit, nothing can stop me now from producing clean results.
- Got a little more home-y in my slowly but surely developing apartment decor/home appliance quadrant of my life.