What do you get when you cross Mussolini and a model? -A Fashionist! ahahahahahahahaha
Best Valentine's Day ever. Chester, Kristin and I dressed up in drag and drove aimlessly around for a while. Walking into 7-11 was the best part. Everyone was just very confused. Then Chester and I somehow ended up at a langerie party by North high. I was one of two clothed girls at the entire party. There was a real DJ there and everything, I felt like I was in a movie house party or something. Except if I were in a teen movie, I probably wouldn't have been wearing a moustache.
The WOWPS slam off was Sunday night and wasn't too bad. Katie won, using the same poems she always uses, but she did them well. The other three women (Amy, Lyndsay, and Claire) weren't too bad either. I sacrificed and forgot the last three lines of my poem, which sucked, but I covered it pretty well. Slam off is in less than a month and I need to write three new poems. Dammit.
After the slam, I went to Julian's house to hang out with the gang. It was kind of bizarre to see Francisco, who was on cough syrup (so fucking dumb!), but not really awkward at all. We had a ball, reenacted No Country for Old Men, had a few brief dance parties and generally enjoyed ourselves. I slept over there and didn't actually get to sleep until 5. For some silly reason, I let Humberto give me a sharpie moustache.
The next morning I walked down to 7-11 to buy a doughnut and two taquitos. Still wearing a sharpie moustache. And the same clerk was there from the other night. When I had also been wearing a moustache.
I don't know what goes in my life ever.
I hope you all had fantastic weekends!
The WOWPS slam off was Sunday night and wasn't too bad. Katie won, using the same poems she always uses, but she did them well. The other three women (Amy, Lyndsay, and Claire) weren't too bad either. I sacrificed and forgot the last three lines of my poem, which sucked, but I covered it pretty well. Slam off is in less than a month and I need to write three new poems. Dammit.
After the slam, I went to Julian's house to hang out with the gang. It was kind of bizarre to see Francisco, who was on cough syrup (so fucking dumb!), but not really awkward at all. We had a ball, reenacted No Country for Old Men, had a few brief dance parties and generally enjoyed ourselves. I slept over there and didn't actually get to sleep until 5. For some silly reason, I let Humberto give me a sharpie moustache.
The next morning I walked down to 7-11 to buy a doughnut and two taquitos. Still wearing a sharpie moustache. And the same clerk was there from the other night. When I had also been wearing a moustache.
I don't know what goes in my life ever.
I hope you all had fantastic weekends!