tigerpig

i caught the bouquet.

well, actually, i kicked shit out of the bridesmaid for it, but fair game to me, i did warn her that i havnt gotten laid in a long time.

then screamed at the top of my lungs "from my cold dead hands!"

yep. thats why i dont get too many wedding invitations.

oh, and i drunk heavily till 6 in the monring, napped for a few hours and than started drinking again with breakfast.

i ended up at some old queens house listening to rockabilly and drinking frangelico and contreau and gin, and then stayed at dans place and talked about shoes and gay hairdresing party/orgys.

last night my crush of 10 years said he loves me. he said it a lot. i laughed about it. then he said i looked like a greek singer and sung "kiss me one a monday, a tuesday, a wednesday..." at me all night. i was being all cool about it though cos i cant be too sure about him ever being serious about anything.

oh, and john told me that i got snubbed on thursday night by someone who was all, like, "i love you the mostest..." last tuesday. haha. i love wellington for that kinda shit. it is so stupid. like it makes any difference talking to someone or not talking to them. i think it is hugely funny. im so glad im leaving on saturday. god damn, it is such a shit hole. it is full of cunts pretending to not see people and trying to aviod people. there are like, 10 places worth going to. we are related to everyone in this stupid country! and i do it where im here. it is so lame. i love it. LOVE IT!

does that make sense?

i hope it makes some sense.