45 years old.
The other night I went to a party with my male and female counterparts. We swayed to music at a place we had partied at before. We made friends and then we went to a bar called lil' joy. Hip. Ultra-hip. Those fuckers didn't know what hit them. A boy in a salmon tank top who is obsessed with us was following us around and trying to get us to talk to him. Our male counterpart blocked him with his extra-broad shoulders. It was perfect. Taylor and I then went to the roost. Oh how I miss the roost. We saw this guy I used to be friends with and hang out with and went to buy crack with him once. I mentioned that time and everything spun out of control, and 5 minutes later he was driving Taylors car downtown to buy some heroin. We were driving around and Taylor and I wanted out asap. We decided to go to his house. I insisted that he call me mommy, and I asked repeatedly if he enjoyed being shit on. (I have been reading the marquis de sade). He got really excited because he thought he was bringing two hot chicks dressed as communist party leaders to his house. He told us he was going to use the bathroom when we walked in his house, and taylor and I took the oppertunity to turn around and sprint out the door. It was amazing and we were laughing about it the whole way home. We pictured him exiting the bathroom all excited and upon noticing that we were not there, he would look at his front door ajar and feel a slight breeze from the outside. Ha! I also fell and scraped my knee because he said something that made me upset.
Did I mention he was 45 years old?
Also at the bar was a fan of Taylor and I's. He remembered I had made a t-shirt at synthetic 2 years ago that said "chomsky knows" on it. He wanted to talk to me, but I was so drunk that I walked by him without talking to him. I feel bad about that, but we wanted to buy drugs, wich we didn't anyway.
On Sunday we went to a dance club that is always far beyond capacity. I couldn't even move. It is one of the hottest spots in echo park. Well, I saw my ex-boyfriend and I laughed at him, and Mickey and Taylor and I swayed on the red carpet to "you spin me right round". We were talking in russian accents to the out of touch hipsters. Black hair, eyeliner, tight pants, don't make me puke. The strokes dressed in all black. Kelly Osbourne was there as usual. She sucks.
Did I mention he was 45 years old?
Also at the bar was a fan of Taylor and I's. He remembered I had made a t-shirt at synthetic 2 years ago that said "chomsky knows" on it. He wanted to talk to me, but I was so drunk that I walked by him without talking to him. I feel bad about that, but we wanted to buy drugs, wich we didn't anyway.
On Sunday we went to a dance club that is always far beyond capacity. I couldn't even move. It is one of the hottest spots in echo park. Well, I saw my ex-boyfriend and I laughed at him, and Mickey and Taylor and I swayed on the red carpet to "you spin me right round". We were talking in russian accents to the out of touch hipsters. Black hair, eyeliner, tight pants, don't make me puke. The strokes dressed in all black. Kelly Osbourne was there as usual. She sucks.