'this is it...
it's time for you to go to the wire.
you will hit...
'cause you got the burnin' desire.
it's your time -
you got the horn so why don't you blow it.
it's your time -
you're filthy cute and baby you know it.'
damn if it weren't a busy weekend... shit, when did i last update - saturday morning after the cb show? okay, right. damn good, that show was.
moving on, i got up saturday feelin kinda restless. had about decided to just blow some cash and get something pierced (but there's nothin left that i really want that i'm willing to wait through the healing time for) or inked (but i don't wanna fuck with my master plan, ya know?). anyhow, figured i might as well get some shit done around the house until i figured it out. when my ma called and said they found me a washer dryer - and they were willin to cover most of the cost! happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me... bye bye disposable income and impulse body mod, but it's worth it. my honey laughed at me, i was so excited about it, but i don't have someone here to do my washing for me
so... lol, not that i'd let anyone else touch it... i'm so anal about my laundry it's scary. dishes on the other hand...
so spent a good chunk of saturday excavating the laundry room to make room for my new goodies before gettin ready to head out to the reno divorce show at the larimer lounge. now, i didn't get there 'til around 10:30 or so (the show was supposed to start at 9). nobody was playin yet. sigh. chill at the bar and end up talking to just the coolest fuckin guy, johnny. in the hour or so that we chatted there at the bar, we traded relationship stories, kid stories, and he introduced me to i do believe every damn person in the bar. really fuckin cool guy. and made no effort to hit on me, which was appreciated.
the boy i'm no longer dating decided to tie one on and text me all night while i was there. at one point i ended up passing my phone around the bar offering a drink to anyone who could figure out what the fuck the message was supposed to be. too drunk to type? oh yes... tried to call him back yesterday to be polite, but not very hard.
what with the nice mr. johnny and the late start, i didn't end up gettin home til 3:30 or so in the morning. ugh. keep in mind i'm supposed to be at my folks (30-40 min drive) at 10 to deal with the washer/dryer. so i pull one of those flop into the bed still in jeans and sweatshirt and pray for sleep things. when my phone rings. not the drunkard, luckily. my ex/best friend. not that he's not drunk, but you know what i mean. so, he swung by to post mortem his night, which mostly consisted of us lying on the bed, me under the covers, him on top, both fully dressed, speaking about every 10-20 mins. between naps, lol. totally felt like college again. so, he takes off around 7, i sleep two hours before hauling my death-warmed-over-and-smelllin-like-it self up to my parents.
got the washer and dryer installed without major incident - my step-dad is just the fucking bomb.
spent most of sunday laying around, reading, napping, doing laundry, recalibrating, whatever you wanna call it. talkin on the phone
disturbing the neighbors whatever.
grabbed a beer later with aoife at the lark. this girl just fuckin blows me away. it's so rare in this world to meet somebody's who's so smart - about so many different things - and still just damn good company. i'm not usually much of a listener - but she makes me want to. she's rad.
and then i slept until this morning came far too early.
11 fucking days, baby. we're so close.
upcoming events:
tuesday, 18 may: the plea for peace tour will be coming through at the ogden. headlining will be cursive - fresh from coachella... worth the $14. i'm not all that into emo, but they do it really well i'm definitely going, so call me if you are and wanna meet up there.
friday, 21 may: eight bucks experiment, my absolute favorite local punk band (and not just 'cause i went to school with one of 'em), is having a cd release at the gothic. its $5, it's all ages, it's 8bx and blister 66, w/ scars of tomorrow, remembering never, and my friend betrayal. elijah, gimme a ring and let me know if you can make it out. somewhat_damaged, i'll let you know if i can get comps.
saturday, 22 may: ferris bueller's day off is the midnight at the mayan
it's time for you to go to the wire.
you will hit...
'cause you got the burnin' desire.
it's your time -
you got the horn so why don't you blow it.
it's your time -
you're filthy cute and baby you know it.'
damn if it weren't a busy weekend... shit, when did i last update - saturday morning after the cb show? okay, right. damn good, that show was.
moving on, i got up saturday feelin kinda restless. had about decided to just blow some cash and get something pierced (but there's nothin left that i really want that i'm willing to wait through the healing time for) or inked (but i don't wanna fuck with my master plan, ya know?). anyhow, figured i might as well get some shit done around the house until i figured it out. when my ma called and said they found me a washer dryer - and they were willin to cover most of the cost! happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me... bye bye disposable income and impulse body mod, but it's worth it. my honey laughed at me, i was so excited about it, but i don't have someone here to do my washing for me
so... lol, not that i'd let anyone else touch it... i'm so anal about my laundry it's scary. dishes on the other hand...
so spent a good chunk of saturday excavating the laundry room to make room for my new goodies before gettin ready to head out to the reno divorce show at the larimer lounge. now, i didn't get there 'til around 10:30 or so (the show was supposed to start at 9). nobody was playin yet. sigh. chill at the bar and end up talking to just the coolest fuckin guy, johnny. in the hour or so that we chatted there at the bar, we traded relationship stories, kid stories, and he introduced me to i do believe every damn person in the bar. really fuckin cool guy. and made no effort to hit on me, which was appreciated.
the boy i'm no longer dating decided to tie one on and text me all night while i was there. at one point i ended up passing my phone around the bar offering a drink to anyone who could figure out what the fuck the message was supposed to be. too drunk to type? oh yes... tried to call him back yesterday to be polite, but not very hard.
what with the nice mr. johnny and the late start, i didn't end up gettin home til 3:30 or so in the morning. ugh. keep in mind i'm supposed to be at my folks (30-40 min drive) at 10 to deal with the washer/dryer. so i pull one of those flop into the bed still in jeans and sweatshirt and pray for sleep things. when my phone rings. not the drunkard, luckily. my ex/best friend. not that he's not drunk, but you know what i mean. so, he swung by to post mortem his night, which mostly consisted of us lying on the bed, me under the covers, him on top, both fully dressed, speaking about every 10-20 mins. between naps, lol. totally felt like college again. so, he takes off around 7, i sleep two hours before hauling my death-warmed-over-and-smelllin-like-it self up to my parents.
got the washer and dryer installed without major incident - my step-dad is just the fucking bomb.
spent most of sunday laying around, reading, napping, doing laundry, recalibrating, whatever you wanna call it. talkin on the phone
disturbing the neighbors whatever.
grabbed a beer later with aoife at the lark. this girl just fuckin blows me away. it's so rare in this world to meet somebody's who's so smart - about so many different things - and still just damn good company. i'm not usually much of a listener - but she makes me want to. she's rad.
and then i slept until this morning came far too early.
11 fucking days, baby. we're so close.
upcoming events:
tuesday, 18 may: the plea for peace tour will be coming through at the ogden. headlining will be cursive - fresh from coachella... worth the $14. i'm not all that into emo, but they do it really well
i'm definitely going, so call me if you are and wanna meet up there.
friday, 21 may: eight bucks experiment, my absolute favorite local punk band (and not just 'cause i went to school with one of 'em), is having a cd release at the gothic. its $5, it's all ages, it's 8bx and blister 66, w/ scars of tomorrow, remembering never, and my friend betrayal. elijah, gimme a ring and let me know if you can make it out. somewhat_damaged, i'll let you know if i can get comps.
saturday, 22 may: ferris bueller's day off is the midnight at the mayan
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your so kind to me, so have a lovely day you