alice

peacocks and trash cans and desert trays.... i talked to the tattooed donkey the other night. you're a funny fellow, mr. donkey. i'm going to have to beat you down into visiting los angeles since i can't come up to the bay area right now.... so i was standing outside of the knitting factory last night on a little smoke break, and this man walks up to me and starts talking to me like he knows me, but he doesn't. he then decides he wants to draw a picture of me and share some of his life philosophy: "#1: make the money. #2: don't forget to make the money. #3: remember not to forget to make the mother fuckin money." interesting man. he gave me the picture. odd experience.... some girl asked me if i was pregnant the other day. uhm, i know i'm not exactly a little stick girl, but i hardly think i give the appearance of being pregnant. her and her friend were kind of stupid. more like annoying.... i have not done a damn thing about moving. haven't figured out when to rent the uhaul, where to get a po box, which dsl company i want, if i have to paint, when i'm moving my cats, what boys i'm going to put to work since i'm not buff enough to carry a bed down the stairs, what's going in which box, or what the hell i'm doing. i've been chill as possible, but i really should start busting my ass a little bit..... i searched the internet today for cell phone plans through various providers, and found that t mobile has an incredibly rad plan, but i know nothing about the company. anybody out there know anything about t mobile? anybody out there want to hug me or feed me chocolate or smack my ass? i'm going to see some jeffrey dahmer movie at the sunset 5. i like serial killers. just a few more days until claudia is here. that totally rocks the casbah.