This weekend I: nearly went home with silverballs
dug up my binder full of tabs from when I took guitar lessons in high school
cruised around in a limo sipping champagne and listening to rap
went to a drag show (note: I want to be a drag queen when I grow up)
got a free semi-striptease from 3 very drunk Italian dudes
slept in a room for 3 with 9 other girls
got hung the fuck over
got my shit together
and got my hair did
casually interviewed the dude from Horse Feathers
and reaffirmed my girl crush on Thao.

and the only thing that's missing is more sleep, but who needs that?

Fuck. I have so many bruises on my legs right now. Shit looks like Courtney Love in the '90's. Thanks a lot, modern dance.

Last night I went on a ponygirl field trip with Stina to see Rocky Votolato at the Casbah. I was pretty dunrunk. I told some dude who was friends with Zach my favorite shitty things happen when you're sixteen story and he was like yeah, when I was sixteen I killed a cat. Cat killing has to be the biggest dealbreaker EVER. My story was just about this girl asking me to have a threesome with her and the guy she was cheating on her boyfriend with. I said no. I didn't even come close to fucking killing a cat. shit.

I'm a little hungover today. Not bad, just a little tired, little headache. My mom has food poisoning so I went to the store to get her saltines and gingerale. Picked up some tampons too. The bagger boy offered me carry out service. Sometimes I just want to be really inappropriate and yell, "NO THANKS I CAN CARRY MY TAMPONS OUT MYSELF". And just drag the bag behind me like it's really unbearably heavy. But I don't because I know they only say that because they have to. I worked there for like three weeks. Hated that shit. Saw my old boss today. David Lynch. What a douchebag.

Wonder who got kicked off Project Runway. I hope it was Suede.