*** 172 days remain ***
Hrm. Where to begin? First off, thanks to everyone who offered to help out with the video game pics. You guys are seriously the best.
What else? Let's see....my evil little ice princess has been a wee bit too aloof lately. I'm not liking that. There's something to be said for being a good student and all, but do me for god's sake! Geez...I know I'm being a total selfish prick....but I really need someone who is a little more into me. Fortunately for me and no one else, I don't miss a beat. I love working in a coffee shop. I'm sleazy and I don't care.
Friday night, I went to see David Cross/Jon Benjamin at the Showbox. They were brilliant of course, though the entire evening was tarnished somewhat by those two dancing faggots that graced the cover of the Stranger a week or so back. Also there was this absolutely abhorrent band playing...The Thermals...as soon as they came on, I bolted for the door to get some fresh air...and walked right into a glass wall. Some guys started laughing at me -- until they saw the geyser of blood gushing out from my hands clasped over my face. I went to the hospital and the doctor said that my nose wasn't even broken. Here it is six days later, and I don't even have a bruise to show for my ineptitude. Still, all the fucking Windex in the world isn't gonna get the greasy afterimage of my face off that glass.
I ate an entire can of Lay's Dill Pickle Stax earlier today. My shit was magenta.
Hrm. Where to begin? First off, thanks to everyone who offered to help out with the video game pics. You guys are seriously the best.
What else? Let's see....my evil little ice princess has been a wee bit too aloof lately. I'm not liking that. There's something to be said for being a good student and all, but do me for god's sake! Geez...I know I'm being a total selfish prick....but I really need someone who is a little more into me. Fortunately for me and no one else, I don't miss a beat. I love working in a coffee shop. I'm sleazy and I don't care.
Friday night, I went to see David Cross/Jon Benjamin at the Showbox. They were brilliant of course, though the entire evening was tarnished somewhat by those two dancing faggots that graced the cover of the Stranger a week or so back. Also there was this absolutely abhorrent band playing...The Thermals...as soon as they came on, I bolted for the door to get some fresh air...and walked right into a glass wall. Some guys started laughing at me -- until they saw the geyser of blood gushing out from my hands clasped over my face. I went to the hospital and the doctor said that my nose wasn't even broken. Here it is six days later, and I don't even have a bruise to show for my ineptitude. Still, all the fucking Windex in the world isn't gonna get the greasy afterimage of my face off that glass.
I ate an entire can of Lay's Dill Pickle Stax earlier today. My shit was magenta.
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That sucks!
Are you coming out tonight? I'll kiss it better!
xoxo
~Ro