Oh F*&%!
2006 already? What happened? Did I spend too much time with my face buried in my books?
Or perhaps too many days in a haze of liquid and smoky intoxication? Ha, but even so, Lil Miss Jimson Weed busted out with a 4.0 GPA. Yes, beyatches, I kicked ass even though I got tipsy the day of my finals. I cracked. All that hard work with 20 units(five more than a full time schedule) and work at a cripe job and walking away from a relationship that was breaking my heart...I think the endless days of debauchery and drunkeness were just what this mad little hatter needed to pull off some fly grades.
SO New Years. How was everyone's New Years? Of course I, notorious I that I am, built up an epic scene of New Years that of course could only crumble to pieces when I walked in the door and the music wasn't melting my spine. Really, is that very fair of me?
So, here were the duds for the night:
A bit of the ol' ultraviolence and black and white thrown together. Bits and pieces made alonmg the way from straggling fuzzy loves that happened to give up their pelts.
So, yeah, dig...the music wasn't getting to me at midnight, so I was like Yeah yeah yeah countdown shmowntown whatever...and my darling chum, Rafiq, simply smiled and laughed, saying, "Woman, you'll never be happy, so you might as well just be happy in that."
So Mosaic busts out with some good vinyl, and Rafiq and I grab a ride over to the False Prophet digs. We tried for a taxi in SF but that was NOT a good idea so we hopped in the car hoping for the best and wound our way through the back streets and Mosaic busted out another set at two or three am whenever. I love his wig here. It was good laughs. Are you bored yet? I have insomnia daily. What do you expect from yours truly?
So so so than I ran into Yaba Dabba Dabu and his ladyfriend, meow, curled up in the chillio space.
And Dabu and I tried to snap a pic of us but we sucked at it so his lady busted out with the camera and look, this one's nice:
Awwwwwwwwwww, shucks. We look all luv duv but we'd just chill, dig.
So then, oh man, this lass in a silver sequin dress and fuzzy white booties....oh, I just don't have a picture, but she...wow...Rafiq and I told her we voted, and she was the hottest thing there, and then I ran off like the admirable shy woman that I am when I am so inclined.
Then BACK over to Cellspace and FINALLY at like four am0ish holy shit, the place is kickin; with fly beats from the Lawgivers, and some guy named Adam(I'm not sure if that wa shis name) and my body is moving and melting but I am TIRED because I didn't sleep the night before and here it is, New Year's. I worked the day before, that day, and I work New Year's too. I dance until I fall over pretty much.
Yes, time for a nap you say? But NO! I have to get mine and Rafiq's asses nito my lil' green batmobile, get on Hwy 1 with one angry ass ocean, trees strewn across the road, wind huffing and puffing and blowing my little house on wheels down, and no amoutn of caffeine will keep my poor eyes open. I basically risk our lives so that I don't miss work and lose my cripe job. Priorities upside down and out my derriere I say.
Six hours of shite work later, I get home, snuggle Rafiqee deaky, and lose consciouness until three am, eat at the Saturn, fall back asleep until noon, and then its a blur from there.
Now school is back. The break is over. It's a fucking new year and I am freaking b/c I didn't get shit done in the last year that I needed too, and Lil' Miss Jimson Weed needs to take a break from the pubs and the wacky tabacky but we all know that is a fluff thing to say. I'll just keep going and going like the energizer bunny until my batteries get tired, or I get bored I suppose.
It's at times like that that I laugh that I don't bother with uppers and all that crap. It's been in my blood like au naturale or some shit. Good and bad I suppose.
It;s fucking late. Tonight I came home and locked myself away from the world I immerse myself in far too much for my own good. I took a long bath and read the Murikami book that I didn't return to Chris before he left for France (I promise, I will send it along) and now I'm going to go read more because for me books are often better than lovers.
Not always, darlings, but in times like these...yes.
2006 already? What happened? Did I spend too much time with my face buried in my books?
Or perhaps too many days in a haze of liquid and smoky intoxication? Ha, but even so, Lil Miss Jimson Weed busted out with a 4.0 GPA. Yes, beyatches, I kicked ass even though I got tipsy the day of my finals. I cracked. All that hard work with 20 units(five more than a full time schedule) and work at a cripe job and walking away from a relationship that was breaking my heart...I think the endless days of debauchery and drunkeness were just what this mad little hatter needed to pull off some fly grades.
SO New Years. How was everyone's New Years? Of course I, notorious I that I am, built up an epic scene of New Years that of course could only crumble to pieces when I walked in the door and the music wasn't melting my spine. Really, is that very fair of me?
So, here were the duds for the night:
A bit of the ol' ultraviolence and black and white thrown together. Bits and pieces made alonmg the way from straggling fuzzy loves that happened to give up their pelts.
So, yeah, dig...the music wasn't getting to me at midnight, so I was like Yeah yeah yeah countdown shmowntown whatever...and my darling chum, Rafiq, simply smiled and laughed, saying, "Woman, you'll never be happy, so you might as well just be happy in that."
So Mosaic busts out with some good vinyl, and Rafiq and I grab a ride over to the False Prophet digs. We tried for a taxi in SF but that was NOT a good idea so we hopped in the car hoping for the best and wound our way through the back streets and Mosaic busted out another set at two or three am whenever. I love his wig here. It was good laughs. Are you bored yet? I have insomnia daily. What do you expect from yours truly?
So so so than I ran into Yaba Dabba Dabu and his ladyfriend, meow, curled up in the chillio space.
And Dabu and I tried to snap a pic of us but we sucked at it so his lady busted out with the camera and look, this one's nice:
Awwwwwwwwwww, shucks. We look all luv duv but we'd just chill, dig.
So then, oh man, this lass in a silver sequin dress and fuzzy white booties....oh, I just don't have a picture, but she...wow...Rafiq and I told her we voted, and she was the hottest thing there, and then I ran off like the admirable shy woman that I am when I am so inclined.
Then BACK over to Cellspace and FINALLY at like four am0ish holy shit, the place is kickin; with fly beats from the Lawgivers, and some guy named Adam(I'm not sure if that wa shis name) and my body is moving and melting but I am TIRED because I didn't sleep the night before and here it is, New Year's. I worked the day before, that day, and I work New Year's too. I dance until I fall over pretty much.
Yes, time for a nap you say? But NO! I have to get mine and Rafiq's asses nito my lil' green batmobile, get on Hwy 1 with one angry ass ocean, trees strewn across the road, wind huffing and puffing and blowing my little house on wheels down, and no amoutn of caffeine will keep my poor eyes open. I basically risk our lives so that I don't miss work and lose my cripe job. Priorities upside down and out my derriere I say.
Six hours of shite work later, I get home, snuggle Rafiqee deaky, and lose consciouness until three am, eat at the Saturn, fall back asleep until noon, and then its a blur from there.
Now school is back. The break is over. It's a fucking new year and I am freaking b/c I didn't get shit done in the last year that I needed too, and Lil' Miss Jimson Weed needs to take a break from the pubs and the wacky tabacky but we all know that is a fluff thing to say. I'll just keep going and going like the energizer bunny until my batteries get tired, or I get bored I suppose.
It's at times like that that I laugh that I don't bother with uppers and all that crap. It's been in my blood like au naturale or some shit. Good and bad I suppose.
It;s fucking late. Tonight I came home and locked myself away from the world I immerse myself in far too much for my own good. I took a long bath and read the Murikami book that I didn't return to Chris before he left for France (I promise, I will send it along) and now I'm going to go read more because for me books are often better than lovers.
Not always, darlings, but in times like these...yes.
VIEW 8 of 8 COMMENTS
mercie:
lol, molecular lego pieces. you're good. hehe <3
scotknocker201645:
Ur new years sounds wayyyy too busy, u should try mexico next year, that's where i was this year 4 days of nothing but boozing and laying around on the beach. Hey what college u at? I just graduated myself from NAU. drop me a line sometime.