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it's a sad thing when there's a 3 day weekend and it SNAPS past at like, mach speed or warp speed or whatever speed life tends to employ.
we had plans. i was thankfully saved from the shopping nonsense by Nikki having to work early Saturday morning. ha, Maisha called me at like 11 and was all "you ready?" and i was all "surely you must be joking. JOKING." downtown LA, with all those damned people? and the heat? yeah, i think not.
Club Moxy is closing. their last night was Saturday night.
i didn't go to that, either.
oh, well we did go out Friday. since it was Wes's last day, Nish came over and said a few were going to On The Waterfront to toast him up and stuff and wouldn't we like to come? we would, indeed. first, though, we had to go home and get re-dressed because the both of us looked and felt like a right mess.
we'd spent the day tracking down Nave and trying to deliver to him the last of his gouging money. (do you know how i know that i drink too much? it seems as if i've already typed this out, already posted... but no amount of concentrating can confirm or deny. it's the damnedest thing.)
driving to Sherman Oaks for the 2nd time in a month is not a good thing. the sun in the valley is friggin' merciless. i look like a rainbow. my legs are ridiculously pale because they never see the sun, my right arm is pretty tanned so i'm all brown and colored up and stuff, but my left arm? well, thanks to driving mid-day straight into hell and taking a friggin tour of Ventura Boulevard for a good four hours, my left arm is downright chocolately. kinda weird to look down at my hands typing on the black keyboard and noticing the contrast. it's also kinda cool. i'm the United Colors of Lana, yo!
yeah, Nave now has all our damned money. i'm getting a little tired of paying men to fuck us over. and the fucking isn't even enjoyable. assholes. we'll see what's next in Murphy's arsenal. keep it coming, you fucker. you'll get tired of messing with us eventually. you always do.
we had plans. i was thankfully saved from the shopping nonsense by Nikki having to work early Saturday morning. ha, Maisha called me at like 11 and was all "you ready?" and i was all "surely you must be joking. JOKING." downtown LA, with all those damned people? and the heat? yeah, i think not.
Club Moxy is closing. their last night was Saturday night.
i didn't go to that, either.
oh, well we did go out Friday. since it was Wes's last day, Nish came over and said a few were going to On The Waterfront to toast him up and stuff and wouldn't we like to come? we would, indeed. first, though, we had to go home and get re-dressed because the both of us looked and felt like a right mess.
we'd spent the day tracking down Nave and trying to deliver to him the last of his gouging money. (do you know how i know that i drink too much? it seems as if i've already typed this out, already posted... but no amount of concentrating can confirm or deny. it's the damnedest thing.)
driving to Sherman Oaks for the 2nd time in a month is not a good thing. the sun in the valley is friggin' merciless. i look like a rainbow. my legs are ridiculously pale because they never see the sun, my right arm is pretty tanned so i'm all brown and colored up and stuff, but my left arm? well, thanks to driving mid-day straight into hell and taking a friggin tour of Ventura Boulevard for a good four hours, my left arm is downright chocolately. kinda weird to look down at my hands typing on the black keyboard and noticing the contrast. it's also kinda cool. i'm the United Colors of Lana, yo!
yeah, Nave now has all our damned money. i'm getting a little tired of paying men to fuck us over. and the fucking isn't even enjoyable. assholes. we'll see what's next in Murphy's arsenal. keep it coming, you fucker. you'll get tired of messing with us eventually. you always do.