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.