But even then it sounds so soothing, to mix a gin and slip into oblivion.
Yes
Things in LA continue to baffle me...at this point I have a such a love/hate relationship for urban living.
Last week:
Monday: Went to amatuer night at The Body Shop. Mostly talked with Jeff all night ( the really really nice DJ. Totally not creepy) and smoked cigarettes and listened to what years of dancing and drugs sounds like ( sqwaky dramatic ramblings) and made it a point to remember that that is NOT what I want to be.
Tuesday: Went and saw Oliver Future. They are incredible. Dennis Rodman was there. A magician impressed me with some card tricks. Jesse and Josh of Oliver Future went to Cheetah's with me. We got wasted and then got lapdances. Went back to their place and smoked weed and partied. I was obnoxious and funny.
Wednesday: Worked with Erin...it's ridiculous when we get together. We're like...glued to the hip and talking/laughing CONSTANTLY. Girl bonds are rare, I love them when they happen. Todd tells me that Robert is going to see the Cold War Kids (!!!!!!!!) and has an extra ticket and wanted to know if I wanted it.
FUCK YES I DO. So, I go to Spaceland and meet up with Robert. Things get off to a rocky start..I'm exhausted...until the red bulls and vodka kick in to give me super powers. We enjoy the show, he disappears and returns bearing gifts! The CD and tshirt of the band. Goooood motherfuckin job. We go to the "smoking room" where a couple sleepy hipsters are still lazily having esoteric conversation. There is a DJ spinning Prince. Do these people not KNOW?? The Dj is spinnin motherfucking P-R-I-N-C-E. I leap to my feet and start dancing EVERYWHERE. I mean EVERYWHERE like Jamaroquoi and shit!!! This sparks....no no wait....this IGNITES a dance party. It's amazing. I sober up and go home.
Thursday: I don't remember right now. Oh wait! Went with Spencer to see DJ Wesley Snipes!!! Spencer picks me up and we go over to Broadway Bar...a really beautiful albeit creepy bar. LA downtown is a ghost town at night...no one hangs out or loiters. Have some drinks and good conversation, watch wes and jonathan spin and listen to the product. Spencer takes me through skid row at 1:00am...I want to make these people burritos and pass them out. I think I will.
Friday: work and rest. Oh, and chipotle! Then I go out with Jason and company to hang out and drink. Good times are totally had, his friends are good people. We walk over to his pa and smoke weed and watch Robot Chicken and I tell them about Knott's Berry Farm. We're all suppose to go soon. Fuck yes!
Saturday: Work. Post on craigslist that I need weed. Some guy tells me he has a bowl left and I can have it for free and it's mine if I want it. He lives down the street from me. So...I go down and take it. I am so stoked. Talk to Jeff for a while on the phone and meet up with him and and roomies at The Red Lion and talk and drink. Some boy in a nice 40ish hat gives me eyes...I look/feel like shit. So this blows my mind. He asks me for number. I told myself I wasn't going to give out my number anymore so I can concentrate on work. But, I break rules. Rob calls and we hang out for a little bit and we smoke weed and we crash. It was nice to see someone I know
Sunday: TJs hair show. Fuck. 21 girls. Make up from 1:30-7. But my art skillz are appreciated, and the girls look great and I'm glad to have been a part of it. TJ gives me credit and sends me down the runway. I go out drinking with my mom. Get drunk. Shaina comes to the bar, we hang out with Jimmy ( my ex-nemisis) and have a real nice time. We go to Shaina's house and continue to drink, Matt and Brandon come over. We ALL drink. I wake up in Shaina's bed fully clothed next to Brandon who is fully clothed. So, that's nice.
I'm so tired.
Things in LA continue to baffle me...at this point I have a such a love/hate relationship for urban living.
Last week:
Monday: Went to amatuer night at The Body Shop. Mostly talked with Jeff all night ( the really really nice DJ. Totally not creepy) and smoked cigarettes and listened to what years of dancing and drugs sounds like ( sqwaky dramatic ramblings) and made it a point to remember that that is NOT what I want to be.
Tuesday: Went and saw Oliver Future. They are incredible. Dennis Rodman was there. A magician impressed me with some card tricks. Jesse and Josh of Oliver Future went to Cheetah's with me. We got wasted and then got lapdances. Went back to their place and smoked weed and partied. I was obnoxious and funny.
Wednesday: Worked with Erin...it's ridiculous when we get together. We're like...glued to the hip and talking/laughing CONSTANTLY. Girl bonds are rare, I love them when they happen. Todd tells me that Robert is going to see the Cold War Kids (!!!!!!!!) and has an extra ticket and wanted to know if I wanted it.
FUCK YES I DO. So, I go to Spaceland and meet up with Robert. Things get off to a rocky start..I'm exhausted...until the red bulls and vodka kick in to give me super powers. We enjoy the show, he disappears and returns bearing gifts! The CD and tshirt of the band. Goooood motherfuckin job. We go to the "smoking room" where a couple sleepy hipsters are still lazily having esoteric conversation. There is a DJ spinning Prince. Do these people not KNOW?? The Dj is spinnin motherfucking P-R-I-N-C-E. I leap to my feet and start dancing EVERYWHERE. I mean EVERYWHERE like Jamaroquoi and shit!!! This sparks....no no wait....this IGNITES a dance party. It's amazing. I sober up and go home.
Thursday: I don't remember right now. Oh wait! Went with Spencer to see DJ Wesley Snipes!!! Spencer picks me up and we go over to Broadway Bar...a really beautiful albeit creepy bar. LA downtown is a ghost town at night...no one hangs out or loiters. Have some drinks and good conversation, watch wes and jonathan spin and listen to the product. Spencer takes me through skid row at 1:00am...I want to make these people burritos and pass them out. I think I will.
Friday: work and rest. Oh, and chipotle! Then I go out with Jason and company to hang out and drink. Good times are totally had, his friends are good people. We walk over to his pa and smoke weed and watch Robot Chicken and I tell them about Knott's Berry Farm. We're all suppose to go soon. Fuck yes!
Saturday: Work. Post on craigslist that I need weed. Some guy tells me he has a bowl left and I can have it for free and it's mine if I want it. He lives down the street from me. So...I go down and take it. I am so stoked. Talk to Jeff for a while on the phone and meet up with him and and roomies at The Red Lion and talk and drink. Some boy in a nice 40ish hat gives me eyes...I look/feel like shit. So this blows my mind. He asks me for number. I told myself I wasn't going to give out my number anymore so I can concentrate on work. But, I break rules. Rob calls and we hang out for a little bit and we smoke weed and we crash. It was nice to see someone I know
Sunday: TJs hair show. Fuck. 21 girls. Make up from 1:30-7. But my art skillz are appreciated, and the girls look great and I'm glad to have been a part of it. TJ gives me credit and sends me down the runway. I go out drinking with my mom. Get drunk. Shaina comes to the bar, we hang out with Jimmy ( my ex-nemisis) and have a real nice time. We go to Shaina's house and continue to drink, Matt and Brandon come over. We ALL drink. I wake up in Shaina's bed fully clothed next to Brandon who is fully clothed. So, that's nice.
I'm so tired.