today while i was at work my best friend, who moved to santa barbara today with her boyfriend, called me and told me that he broke up with her and doesnt want her to move in with him. it was quite an unexpected shock. she has a psycho mom so she had been living with her sister for the last month and she quit both her jobs in preperation for the move. shes staying in a hotel up there tonight and were going to talk about what shes gonna do in the morning. i have a feeling shell be moving in with me. in a slightly selfish way im glad.
last night my friends wanted to go to a club and were trying to pursuade me to go. i refused. i said i would only go to club bang but that i wasnt cool enough to go therefor no club. so then we went to clubbang.net and looked at the pics of all the incredibly hot indie boys and girls who attend every saturday and compared and contrasted. we pointed out their faults and drooled at the people wed love to date. it was the highlight of my night.
edited to say: i enrased a whole bunch of stuff that i wrote in a freenzy. some of you read it, some of you didnt. it wasnt really important anyway
last night my friends wanted to go to a club and were trying to pursuade me to go. i refused. i said i would only go to club bang but that i wasnt cool enough to go therefor no club. so then we went to clubbang.net and looked at the pics of all the incredibly hot indie boys and girls who attend every saturday and compared and contrasted. we pointed out their faults and drooled at the people wed love to date. it was the highlight of my night.
edited to say: i enrased a whole bunch of stuff that i wrote in a freenzy. some of you read it, some of you didnt. it wasnt really important anyway
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Take care kid
-ELVIS-
okay, i'm done. yeah, i'm on the edge of the indie thing. i mean, on the one hand, it's fun to tell people i'm emo and have them pick on me. on the other, i hate scenesterism in all its forms. *sigh* such is the way of life, i guess.
funny thought; i get embarrased telling people i want to be a writer. i feel like every fucking tenth grade kid who ever wrote a short story and got an a. like I have something i might have a glimmer of talent at, and i feel like I have the right to be arrogant enough to think i could make a living at it.