Same shit different week.
Work. Booze. Break/Forget/Lose stuff. Rinse. Repeat.
Last night was especially ridiculous though. I went to this video premeire for Square One BMX because NicoleLee models their clothes. There were so many people-- it was insane. I got retarded drunk. Afterwards I went to a friend's house with a few other people. Some dude cut his arm-- we think on a mirrror-- but for no apparent reason he insisted that I KNIFED him!?!? He kept saying "I know it was her! She's got a blade!" So. Fucking. Weird. But it gets weirder-- then he SLAPPPED me, like really HARD! The details are a bit fuzzy because like I said, I was very drunk-- but that is what went down, to the best of my recollection and from what I've been able to piece together through other people.
And when I woke up this morning I realized I have somehow lost my keys AGAIN. The SECOND time in two months. I don't know what the fuck I'm gonna do. Even though my landlord is an old turd of a burntout hippieish dude, I'm embarassed to go to him to get a new key becase I can tell he already looks down on me.
I get frustrated with myself because I never feel like I can quite get it together. I'm a little tornado of destruction. My mom always says I need a babysitter, not a boyfriend. I can't remember anything for the life of me. I'm messy. I'm scatterbrained. I'm clumsy. I'm irresponsible. I've been like this my whole life! I suppose it's just who I am and I should learn to accept it, and I know everyone has to rely on others to a degree....buuut I don't know. I guess I just hate that I always have to have someone behind me, cleaning up my mess-- both literally and figuratively. I'd like to be able to be more self-sufficient. I've tried, with mediocre--at best--results.
I just watched The Science of Sleep and it was amazing. AMAZING. Seriously, check it out if you haven't already. Parallel Syncronized Randomness--that shit is real. Additionally, Gael Garcia Bernal is a very sexy man.
Now, I go to bed.
Goodnight.
Work. Booze. Break/Forget/Lose stuff. Rinse. Repeat.
Last night was especially ridiculous though. I went to this video premeire for Square One BMX because NicoleLee models their clothes. There were so many people-- it was insane. I got retarded drunk. Afterwards I went to a friend's house with a few other people. Some dude cut his arm-- we think on a mirrror-- but for no apparent reason he insisted that I KNIFED him!?!? He kept saying "I know it was her! She's got a blade!" So. Fucking. Weird. But it gets weirder-- then he SLAPPPED me, like really HARD! The details are a bit fuzzy because like I said, I was very drunk-- but that is what went down, to the best of my recollection and from what I've been able to piece together through other people.
And when I woke up this morning I realized I have somehow lost my keys AGAIN. The SECOND time in two months. I don't know what the fuck I'm gonna do. Even though my landlord is an old turd of a burntout hippieish dude, I'm embarassed to go to him to get a new key becase I can tell he already looks down on me.
I get frustrated with myself because I never feel like I can quite get it together. I'm a little tornado of destruction. My mom always says I need a babysitter, not a boyfriend. I can't remember anything for the life of me. I'm messy. I'm scatterbrained. I'm clumsy. I'm irresponsible. I've been like this my whole life! I suppose it's just who I am and I should learn to accept it, and I know everyone has to rely on others to a degree....buuut I don't know. I guess I just hate that I always have to have someone behind me, cleaning up my mess-- both literally and figuratively. I'd like to be able to be more self-sufficient. I've tried, with mediocre--at best--results.
I just watched The Science of Sleep and it was amazing. AMAZING. Seriously, check it out if you haven't already. Parallel Syncronized Randomness--that shit is real. Additionally, Gael Garcia Bernal is a very sexy man.
Now, I go to bed.
Goodnight.
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Yeah, Spank Rock is cool. I also like this girl who is part of the Spank Rock-Plastic Little-Diplo-Whoever else crew, her name is Amanda Blank. She's sort of like another indie girl rapper named Princess Superstar, only Amanda is better at rapping.
When are you coming to Philly again?
I was in Destin, gulf coast, panhandle, beautiful part.