this entry will be named: missing limbs
only because at this point...i would cut off my right arm for tickets to depeche mode. [fuck you, i love them] i'm depressed at the thought of not being able to go. sold out. ahhhhhhh. DEPRESSED!!!! well, not sold out...but the only tickets left are 70 bucks and are located behind the stage so you can't see shit. I'VE EVEN FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE RESORTED TO CALLING THE RADIO STATION. BUSY!!!! ALWAYS FUCKING BUSY!!! so like, if you know anyone with extra tickets...PLEASE HELP A BITCH OUT. good lord.
(nov. 18th)
oh yea, and fuck all of you that are going...i hate you all...die...fuckers. i'm supposed to marry david gahan. seriously................................................oh fuck you.
i swear i'm not on crack...
single life has led me down the "hi i'm a fucking alcoholic" path. no seriously...this shit ain't normal. it's like i can't get the booze to my mouth fast enough. silly drunk. and i've been hitting the POT here and there. haha. I love when people say pot. it's so cute. "i smoke pot"...hahahahahaha. it makes me want to run in circles laughing like a fat girl.
on the real tho...[haha. i'm such a G]...being single is strange. I can do like anything...this is kinda new to me. For the past 5 years or so...i've jumped from one slam piece to the next. No particular reason...I just like sex or something...but i'm not down for fucking the entire city of San Jose...[besides there is no one left in this incestuous city to meet]....sooooooo...i end up in relationships. meh. i don't really know where the hell i'm going with all this.
i like being single?
there we go. I LIKE BEING SINGLE...
well shit on a stick.
where was I going with all of this again? oh yea...fucking stoner...i'm having fun! my liver probably isn't too pleased with me...but shit...being belligerent is good times. falling off your bar stool onto your best friend in the world and laughing in fucking histerics and then getting kicked out is FABULOUS....then going home and smoking so many fucking blunts that you can't find the rest of your stash and end up laughing so loud you wake up the roomate and he comes in all pissed with his fucking ALF boxers on and says "uhm. can you guys please keep it down"...only to be snapped at with a drunkin slur..."can you put some fucking clothes on gross ass"
ahhhhhhh...whatever...you know what I mean...
what the fuck am i doing on here so late. i have work tomorrow. bartending you know where. well if you know me then you know where. if you don't know me then you don't know where. simple.
incase you were wondering
tuesday is southside
wednesday is cinebar
thursday is brahnam lounge [?]
friday is johnny v's, i think
carly
only because at this point...i would cut off my right arm for tickets to depeche mode. [fuck you, i love them] i'm depressed at the thought of not being able to go. sold out. ahhhhhhh. DEPRESSED!!!! well, not sold out...but the only tickets left are 70 bucks and are located behind the stage so you can't see shit. I'VE EVEN FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE RESORTED TO CALLING THE RADIO STATION. BUSY!!!! ALWAYS FUCKING BUSY!!! so like, if you know anyone with extra tickets...PLEASE HELP A BITCH OUT. good lord.
(nov. 18th)
oh yea, and fuck all of you that are going...i hate you all...die...fuckers. i'm supposed to marry david gahan. seriously................................................oh fuck you.
i swear i'm not on crack...
single life has led me down the "hi i'm a fucking alcoholic" path. no seriously...this shit ain't normal. it's like i can't get the booze to my mouth fast enough. silly drunk. and i've been hitting the POT here and there. haha. I love when people say pot. it's so cute. "i smoke pot"...hahahahahaha. it makes me want to run in circles laughing like a fat girl.
on the real tho...[haha. i'm such a G]...being single is strange. I can do like anything...this is kinda new to me. For the past 5 years or so...i've jumped from one slam piece to the next. No particular reason...I just like sex or something...but i'm not down for fucking the entire city of San Jose...[besides there is no one left in this incestuous city to meet]....sooooooo...i end up in relationships. meh. i don't really know where the hell i'm going with all this.
i like being single?
there we go. I LIKE BEING SINGLE...
well shit on a stick.
where was I going with all of this again? oh yea...fucking stoner...i'm having fun! my liver probably isn't too pleased with me...but shit...being belligerent is good times. falling off your bar stool onto your best friend in the world and laughing in fucking histerics and then getting kicked out is FABULOUS....then going home and smoking so many fucking blunts that you can't find the rest of your stash and end up laughing so loud you wake up the roomate and he comes in all pissed with his fucking ALF boxers on and says "uhm. can you guys please keep it down"...only to be snapped at with a drunkin slur..."can you put some fucking clothes on gross ass"
ahhhhhhh...whatever...you know what I mean...
what the fuck am i doing on here so late. i have work tomorrow. bartending you know where. well if you know me then you know where. if you don't know me then you don't know where. simple.
incase you were wondering
tuesday is southside
wednesday is cinebar
thursday is brahnam lounge [?]
friday is johnny v's, i think
carlyVIEW 9 of 9 COMMENTS
I also love the Depeche.