peeled

I love watching big, tough goth kids on the metro eating organic granola bars and soy snacks. I mean, I know that most youth sub-cultures have pretty much equal stake on pacifism, social awareness, veganism, etc, but it still make me do a double take. With their big black trenchcoats and steel plated shitekikers, I half expect them to be snacking on a bag of kitten skulls. Shit, even Ozzy bit bats in half.

Saturday was a fucking blast. Highlights: Meeting Zak, Getting to hang out with Tao, Learning Shazzy's name ten times, rockin' the gershwin karaokee with Wolfmystique, somehow getting drunk enough to sing a heartfelt rendition of "I'm too sexy" with Tao. Like I said: totally fuckin' awesome.

Sunday was full of another long, scary talk with my roomate when she, once again, told me that she's been in love with me for seven years, and I once again broke her heart by telling her I'm not interested in the least. I may need to seek immediate new lodging, as levels of awkward at home are fast approching alert-level red. Also: Strawberry pancakes!

I'm going to go give blood on friday because I like bleeding into a bag. It's been long enough since my last needle work that I can go again. Is it weird that I'm excited about this?

Goddamn - I'm craving Gin something fierce.

On the Stereo: "Michael" by Franz Ferdinand (the band, not the archduke)

... and I'm too sexy for this journal.