hey. thanks for the birthday wishes. they made me happy. or at least as happy as one can be on their 73rd birthday. i got to spend my bday week with all kinds of fun people. it was great. i was trashed for like a week straight.
it started thursday. my sensible friend keli and i picked up ex cons. they fixed my car. they seemed like good enough people for people who had served for armed robbery.
friday was spent at school and driving through fucked up parts of jersey. i hung out with keli xrevolverx and his friend who hates animals. we went out to the protest on saturday but due to my horrible sense of direction and having to stop at wendy's for some godawful reason, we were quite late. and hence the cops had it all blocked off. so yeah. it sucked.
sunday i went and saw the black dahlia murder with terror and unearth. it was rad. i also met the most metal man ever at some coffee shop. he made me happy.
i went and drank lots on monday with some sgny kids. minimilism picked out the most horrid bar possible to go to. it was comedy night. it was positively awful. at one point he then proceeded to drop his pants on first avenue so he could show me his psychic ass. yes. he also told me it was psychic. i also got to see some old friends of mine- andie and sid and nicholas (who now rocks an INCREDIBLE handlebar mustache).
tuesday i went and saw the black dahlia murder and terror and unearth again. they, once again, were all rad. and the black dahlia murder makes me happy. they tell me nice things i also gotto see my lovely lovely bouncer buddies from doc holidays. it was great to see them
driving through the monsoon was awesome. i guess i'm a masochist and want to watch my impending doom. i don't fuckin know. i came back wednesday and got dressed up all skanky eighties style and drank with the sg delaware kids. they were all lovely. really. except for the one who gave me the le tigre cd under the guise of a bday present. nice effort but i think i despise that band.
i don't remember what i did on thursday. it involved drinking though...
so yeah. my friend keli. she keeps me sane. her voicemail is partially dedicated to my sanity. and she bought me a pirate balloon. that girl does not get nearly the amount of credit she should.
so i had a friendship of sorts get fucked up due to some shit talking. at first i was kinda sad, and kinda cranky. now i'm just laughing. it's just like whoa. don't believe the hype. or at least confirm the hype. but whatevs. i really don't like the idea of keeping people close to me that buy into that shit. hehe. if i had a dollar for every fuckin thing i've heard about myself...... it's like the less you tell people the more they make up. it's nothing short of amazing. i don't think i'm actually that interesting.
i think i need to be prescribed valium. but just for mondays. i have some kind of serious seasonal monday depression. it's all kinds of fucked up. that's the day where i decide that i'm fat ugly and that everyone hates me. come tuesday all is a fuckin ok. but every monday..... i'm not sure it helps when my mother calls me fat and the dog ignores me.
do you ever want to kill yourself just to spite people? cause i sometimes do. not too often. and never too seriously. i'm still trying to work out a plan to spite mondays. i think it involves cocaine and hookers. i'm not entirely sure yet though.
argh. fuck mondays. with a three pronged cattle prod up the ass and no lube.
much love, more violence, and even more wasting diseases involving poptarts,
- tori -