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yesterday i woke up at 2am feeling completely sick. i took the only meds i had which made me CRAZY until like 10 am (during which i spent walking my house like a zombie and scaring the kitties). did i mention SINUCLEANSE is the DIABLO. sinucleanse is like a plastic genie's lamp that you fill with hot water and a saline mixture and tilt your head and let your sinuses fill up with water and drain out. aka torture. if i wanted to drown i would have gone to splashtown (which is actually the creepiest place to drown at, i know).
i made it to hogwild right after discovering one of my tires was almost FLAT (boo hoo this day sucked). i got myself all dirty putting air into the shit. luckily when i got to work russ offered me some funguys (sushi just made my chest implode). i've never done any drugs. ok that's a big lie. i've never done mushrooms before and to be honest, they fall under the ecstasy category of hey-this-shit-didnt-even-work. but i did feel a little sneaky taking drugs and trying to sell the fanny pack used cd to every metalhead that walked in. hee hee.
after my long day of annoying people and two yummy guacamole tacos on corn tortillas i felt healthy enough to drive me + suzy bravo to an after-wedding party in austin.
we get there. no one is there. we get drunk. everyone is there. basically we walked up and down 6th checking into the non-gangsta bars to find us some second rate husbands. i saw a crazy black man dancing. i saw an angry black man with blood on his jersey. then i saw a naked girl. but i wasnt sure if it was the booze or if her titties were really flopped out. they were small, i guess i didnt recognize. ran into our final destination, frank sons sitting alone at casino bar (whenever i see frank out i think "did someone let the ancira indian loose?")
did i mention the most amazing sixties garagey band i caught, the ugly beats, amazing!
we drove home in a funk. an ex boyfriend and i'm drunk funk. those drives are always the fastest. we stopped once for sick ili medicine. then i couldnt sleep or concentrate when i got home (is this what young ghetto children feel?) THEN shit. puke. sleep. ahhhhhhhhhhh. (that's the relief sound you make when you take that piss you wanted to take since the night before)
i made it to hogwild right after discovering one of my tires was almost FLAT (boo hoo this day sucked). i got myself all dirty putting air into the shit. luckily when i got to work russ offered me some funguys (sushi just made my chest implode). i've never done any drugs. ok that's a big lie. i've never done mushrooms before and to be honest, they fall under the ecstasy category of hey-this-shit-didnt-even-work. but i did feel a little sneaky taking drugs and trying to sell the fanny pack used cd to every metalhead that walked in. hee hee.
after my long day of annoying people and two yummy guacamole tacos on corn tortillas i felt healthy enough to drive me + suzy bravo to an after-wedding party in austin.
we get there. no one is there. we get drunk. everyone is there. basically we walked up and down 6th checking into the non-gangsta bars to find us some second rate husbands. i saw a crazy black man dancing. i saw an angry black man with blood on his jersey. then i saw a naked girl. but i wasnt sure if it was the booze or if her titties were really flopped out. they were small, i guess i didnt recognize. ran into our final destination, frank sons sitting alone at casino bar (whenever i see frank out i think "did someone let the ancira indian loose?")
did i mention the most amazing sixties garagey band i caught, the ugly beats, amazing!
we drove home in a funk. an ex boyfriend and i'm drunk funk. those drives are always the fastest. we stopped once for sick ili medicine. then i couldnt sleep or concentrate when i got home (is this what young ghetto children feel?) THEN shit. puke. sleep. ahhhhhhhhhhh. (that's the relief sound you make when you take that piss you wanted to take since the night before)