oh my. and i thought juliette and courtney were going to be the highlight of my evening.... i was happily disappointed....
damn damn damn my camera for dying during the four
reagan love bites she gave me after the show...
Reagan loves me. My boobie tells me so..... heee!
It is now Monday and I am still recovering it seems.
Too much partying...uhg! I'm still in a SG/Juliette/Courtney blissful state of mind.
*the Juliette crowd dive
*oh my head. no really. it's all bruised and scraped up from jumping the security gate @2AM. fuck. don't ask. long story.
*Reagan love bites. Oh wait. I already mentioned that.
*Losing my 2 pink roses from the stage someone gave me.
*Gave one away to this guy I met from europe. He's in a band and for the life of me, I can't remember or figure out the name, despite him sync'ing his tour schedule from his sidekick to mine.
*Lost the other rose during the security gate jump.
*I have part of Courtney's hot pink boa.
*I met a cool gay Zelda out smoking between sets.
*I danced with the hottest girl with light blue hair.
*Oh yeah. Some guy asked me to sign his SG book. I'm like, I'm not in it ya know. That was funny.
*And now. Back to reality.
*My ex's new gf is sending me hate mail. Jesus Christ. Insecure women piss me off.
*I layed around like a lazy housewifey all day today. So in a haste attempt to cover this up, I ran to buy groceries all grunged out so I could be cooking dinner by the time my boy d gets home. why oh why whenever i go out looking like holy hell, the hottest of hotties is always either in front of me or behind me in line? good god. this is LA. i should know better....
*Sugar is more addictive than cocaine. Bad bad idea. Evil Sugar.
damn damn damn my camera for dying during the four
reagan love bites she gave me after the show...
Reagan loves me. My boobie tells me so..... heee!
It is now Monday and I am still recovering it seems.
Too much partying...uhg! I'm still in a SG/Juliette/Courtney blissful state of mind.
*the Juliette crowd dive
*oh my head. no really. it's all bruised and scraped up from jumping the security gate @2AM. fuck. don't ask. long story.
*Reagan love bites. Oh wait. I already mentioned that.
*Losing my 2 pink roses from the stage someone gave me.
*Gave one away to this guy I met from europe. He's in a band and for the life of me, I can't remember or figure out the name, despite him sync'ing his tour schedule from his sidekick to mine.
*Lost the other rose during the security gate jump.
*I have part of Courtney's hot pink boa.
*I met a cool gay Zelda out smoking between sets.
*I danced with the hottest girl with light blue hair.
*Oh yeah. Some guy asked me to sign his SG book. I'm like, I'm not in it ya know. That was funny.
*And now. Back to reality.
*My ex's new gf is sending me hate mail. Jesus Christ. Insecure women piss me off.
*I layed around like a lazy housewifey all day today. So in a haste attempt to cover this up, I ran to buy groceries all grunged out so I could be cooking dinner by the time my boy d gets home. why oh why whenever i go out looking like holy hell, the hottest of hotties is always either in front of me or behind me in line? good god. this is LA. i should know better....
*Sugar is more addictive than cocaine. Bad bad idea. Evil Sugar.
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WHAT A TRIP!
But the pity was I did not see any of the SG's at the coffin by the time I got out to look.
-Sean