happy birthday richey edwards.

just letting you know i'm alive. yep.

wanna know something really really awesome? zach davidson of vendetta red was a pal and paid off my head injury medical bill, recently sent to collections. it was nearly $400 (kathleen wilson claims it was "thousands" in her column in the stranger) and i'd been hounded and harassed to tears daily over the phone by whiny unrelentless creditors. ( Read more... )

aaah

so i met julian casablancas and albert hammaond jr. on april 13th. i bought them a beer. we had a toast, and later on in my drunken haze i sang/belted out "don't stop believing" when it came on the radio. julian laughed. i turned red. i walked away.

i got bonked on the head with a bottle the other week at a party and required seven stitches in my beautiful elizabethan forehead. well, it's not beautiful. just big. but anyway - by the time the stitching commenced the anasthetic had worn off. it felt weird. and then i took them out all by myself. that was rad. i have no insurance, so i ( Read more... )

i sprained my ankle mass bad last night. right in front of kincoras. you know that crooked sidewalk? yeah, that was my downfall, literally. it hurt so bad i almost puked.

did i mention i still drink a lot? oh it's true.

i've finally got a new job. i'm working at hot mamas pizza. on my first day i got my first burn. yay!

james (the ex-boyfriend) has been kind of creepy. he hovers over me when i talk to other people. that's my idea of a good time, let me tell you.

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the new boyfriend and i already broke up. but it's cool. we're better off as buddies. so we went out and got drunk to celebrate and had "break up sex". good times. i'm supposed to start my new job tomorrow - maybe - but they haven't called me yet.