The show was pretty fun, minus the fact that one of my friends that I was hoping to see didn't come because their ex and their new partner came to the show, and she is heartbroken... makes me kinda feel like shit. I hate when people I care about hurt and there is nothing I can do about it, other than the obvious shows of support that are usually not accepted by someone grieving a dead relationship.
I got pretty hammered, but at least I didn't drink beer or mixed drinks high in calories... right? I mean, vodka is generally one of the more diet-friendly liquors, right? Fuck you. Haha. Oh, my friend Brandi and I were harrassed by a crackhead for nearly two hours waiting for our ride. We were cross-faded as fuck and this lady would NOT leave us alone... she was really stoked on my bike too, and actually told me to unlock it so she could see it better! As if! She became so persistant and touchy that we actually had to beg the bartender to let us back in the bar to wait for our ride... haha... lock the crazy out!
Afterwards Rosey, Sam and Elise came and picked us up. Let me tell you something about this last girl... This was the first time I met her, one of Sam's friends, supposedly from the mid west... well anyway, she is HOT. I almost regret being so fucked up I probably acted like a total ass in front of her.
Oh well. Like she cares.
I was going to party down some more, but had work the next day so I went to sleep and the rest of them went out to the railroad tracks and drank and did a bunch of other extra-curriculars. Kinda glad I didn't go... the temptation to stay up and party all night only leads to bad things for me. Haha. I have today off, and was supposed to hang out with Subject Y (I know, I know) last night but I bailed and just went home. I dunno I just wasn't feeling it, and I am not really sure why. They were actually being a decent human being yesterday too.
Well, we finally conceded and agreed to hang out today in the day time. My partner is at work, all my friends are at work, there is nothing to do. This is all completely innocent. Even though there are new elements to the game, mainly the fact that Subject Y half-shared a sexually explicit dream they supposedly had about me...
Oh God. Did I mention that already? I probably have. I dunno I dunno. I think I might go take a class at the gym this morning, and then later tonight I have a personal training session so I can't get too fucked up. I gotta stay on top of my game! I swear this new regimen is making me into a total homebody.
Let's see... Financially, I am kinda doomed. Oh well.
Oh, last night I had a dream that I had my smiley pierced, and it sooo didn't look good. And it was fucking with my medusa in my dream too and getting HELLA swollen and fucked up. Oh, piercing nightmares. I think I also had my bridge pierced and my nose pierced in this dream as well but can't be certain.
This was a mild nightmare. When I spent the night at Rosey's the other night, oh shit... I had the worst ever. I don't know why I dream so vividly and about such violent subject matter. I dreamt my mom and I were standing in a bathroom in Oakland at someone's house, and a bullet came through the window and shot my mom in the stomach and I held her while she bled and died and I screamed and cried for someone to call 911... and then... I woke up. IT WAS FUCKING TERRIBLE. Why? Why? I don't know. I dream about fucked up shit all the time.
I need to go smoke after reliving that. SHIT.
xo,
Layla
I got pretty hammered, but at least I didn't drink beer or mixed drinks high in calories... right? I mean, vodka is generally one of the more diet-friendly liquors, right? Fuck you. Haha. Oh, my friend Brandi and I were harrassed by a crackhead for nearly two hours waiting for our ride. We were cross-faded as fuck and this lady would NOT leave us alone... she was really stoked on my bike too, and actually told me to unlock it so she could see it better! As if! She became so persistant and touchy that we actually had to beg the bartender to let us back in the bar to wait for our ride... haha... lock the crazy out!
Afterwards Rosey, Sam and Elise came and picked us up. Let me tell you something about this last girl... This was the first time I met her, one of Sam's friends, supposedly from the mid west... well anyway, she is HOT. I almost regret being so fucked up I probably acted like a total ass in front of her.
Oh well. Like she cares.
I was going to party down some more, but had work the next day so I went to sleep and the rest of them went out to the railroad tracks and drank and did a bunch of other extra-curriculars. Kinda glad I didn't go... the temptation to stay up and party all night only leads to bad things for me. Haha. I have today off, and was supposed to hang out with Subject Y (I know, I know) last night but I bailed and just went home. I dunno I just wasn't feeling it, and I am not really sure why. They were actually being a decent human being yesterday too.
Well, we finally conceded and agreed to hang out today in the day time. My partner is at work, all my friends are at work, there is nothing to do. This is all completely innocent. Even though there are new elements to the game, mainly the fact that Subject Y half-shared a sexually explicit dream they supposedly had about me...
Oh God. Did I mention that already? I probably have. I dunno I dunno. I think I might go take a class at the gym this morning, and then later tonight I have a personal training session so I can't get too fucked up. I gotta stay on top of my game! I swear this new regimen is making me into a total homebody.
Let's see... Financially, I am kinda doomed. Oh well.
Oh, last night I had a dream that I had my smiley pierced, and it sooo didn't look good. And it was fucking with my medusa in my dream too and getting HELLA swollen and fucked up. Oh, piercing nightmares. I think I also had my bridge pierced and my nose pierced in this dream as well but can't be certain.
This was a mild nightmare. When I spent the night at Rosey's the other night, oh shit... I had the worst ever. I don't know why I dream so vividly and about such violent subject matter. I dreamt my mom and I were standing in a bathroom in Oakland at someone's house, and a bullet came through the window and shot my mom in the stomach and I held her while she bled and died and I screamed and cried for someone to call 911... and then... I woke up. IT WAS FUCKING TERRIBLE. Why? Why? I don't know. I dream about fucked up shit all the time.
I need to go smoke after reliving that. SHIT.
xo,
Layla