8spiders

saw another friend off into marriage.

i decided to look respectable for her. cleaned off the nail polish and eyeliner, put the hawk down. slapped on a button-up (with the top part and the cuffs undone), Dickies--in what seems to be the hip-meat-market-fashion-- and, if i do say so myself, i was looking very do-able.

when i sat down at my assigned table, when the food arrived, the woman next to me asks if anyone minds if she uses her hands. the first thing i think is...

"Great. I got put at THAT table."

yeah, the one where you put the embarassing relatives and/or the friends you're kinda ashamed of. the table i always seem to end up at.

seriously, i was rolling my eyes for a good four hours... if Lila and Levon hadn't been there, i'd have fuckin' killed someone.

whatever.

i think Eric's pissed cuz of something that happened with Laura and Jeanette last week. looks like i'm gunna have to get all vituperative on someone's ass.

fuckin' drama, right? i don't need this shit...