penelopelee

tonight, in all of pittsburgh, there are 2 dance parties we could go to. a glam rock one on the south side and my friend who's djing in regent square. unfortunately, i have no way of getting to either of them, because it's friday night and snowing out and my boyfriend [with the car] thinks that going out dancing is "worthless." in this whole worthless city, i can think of nothing LESS worthless, aside from any major transit hub which would facilitate my getting the hell out of here for good.

so now kikka and i are stuck at home on friday night. maybe we'll go walk down to the video store and rent a movie and bake cookies and get drunk.

my friend drew may be on queer eye and wants me to pretend to be his internet girlfriend for the show. according to the story he gave them, he needs a makeover to meet me for the first time. haahaa. i'd probably get flown out to nyc for the weekend. it sounds like a pretty sweet deal to me.

while my roommate makes really cool poems with our new magnetic poetry set like:

chain the mad beauty in the garden
tear her delicate gown
a love-r a drunk and a fiddle will moan

i stick to inane declarative statements like:

i am so over winter

and

i love we-s and no-a