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SuicideGirls hooked me up so fat with the Nine Inch Nails tickets. Fifth row, front and center. Reznor sang to me. Sang into my face. Pretty intense, I'm so fucking glad I was up front. Ha fucking ha, motherfuckers. So we had afterparty passes too. And I didn't mention this but Peter Murphy was there and I accidently blew weed smoke in his face. He didn't even notice though. He acted like I wasn't there. That's cool, though, because I was being hooked up and I didn't give a shit. This chick was at the afterparty being gross and annoying and all up in everyone's shit. She was really nasty. So anyway, when we left we were walking across the empty as fuck parking lot and Heather sees this nasty chick pull up in her car, acting like she was going to run us over. And Heather runs. It was pretty funny but I knew that stupid bitch wasn't going to pull anything. Dumb ho. She's jealous because we were being all cool and hip and shit and she was being all gross and didn't know that everyone thought she was a total slut. Douche bag. Nasty.

Anyway. More shit happened, but you know...

Yeah. That was pretty much the most exciting day of my month.