bean

I wonder how long I can realistically keep up this pace. Something's got to give. It doesn't seem like I should be able to have as much fun as I've been having. Granted, there have been some really, really rough patches in between all the fun, but my friends (see list on right) have been amazingly helpful and cool, and overall I've been able to deal with and/or ignore all the crap.

Thursday night I went to Perversion with LTrain, last night I went to a hush hush thing in downtown LA (think "speakeasy meets house party"), and tonight I'm going back up to Hollywood.

Last night was a ton of fun, even if I did spill a bit of my drinks here and there. I vaguely recall being coaxed into trying to do ballerina-type moves while suggestably intoxicated, and the sun came up on my way home. Craziness.


At the other end of the spectrum, my dad's heart is actually too fucked up for him to get a transplant at the moment, so they're going to keep him there and try to get it into a more workable condition.

Also, I finally told my mom about my divorce. She handled it well and was really cool about the whole thing, but she's not going to tell my dad right now, for obvious reasons (see above).

Ok, I have to go do my laundry now, and I don't get to just drop it off and leave it since I don't want it to get stolen again. Grrr.

Woo! More fun tonight!


bean!