violently

I am so fucking tired. Stayed at Nick's again last night and for some reason I have been sleeping like shit. I actually got up and left when he did this morning cus I couldn't go back to sleep. Last night was cool though, we got sushi and watched Super Size Me. I must be disgusting because I still have a craving for their french fries even after watching it. Fucking crack fries, I swear.

Found out Nick drank like 18 beers on St. Patty's Day. WAY TO GO DOOD. YOU ONLY MIGHT DIE. Whatever. His intention was only to have like 3 beers, which I understand, and he ended up with like 18, which I also understand cus god knows I go out for like 2 drinks and come home smashed instead. BUT, I won't die from my condition. At least he realizes he fucked up and can't do that again. I really fucking hope he doesn't.

This weekend is Lebowski Fest. I have no one to go with since Karla bailed, and since Nick and his brother are going I don't want to really go anymore anyway. I figure if they had wanted me to go with them they would have invited me, so just showing up on my own won't look very good, and say if I brought Garbage with me, then Nick would be like WTF. He gets crazy jealous. I can't win. But I am planning on going all out this weekend. Me n my girls need to get dolled up and make a fucking comeback somewhere, cus this is weak.

My family is leaving for an entire week on Saturday. Nick may come down this or next weekend, and I really hope he does cus damn, that boy owes me a visit down here now that his car isn't a piece. Fuuuck.

I want to go back to sleep, but I guess I should go to the gym and get it out of the way cus I have so much to do today it's recockulous. And here is the list cus I know you are all just dying to know:

-Gym (duh)
-Open savings acct
-Post office
-Dr's appt
-Therapy
-Insurance people, AGAIN
-Meet up with my pal Rob (owner of www.completeobscurity.com) and take him to dinner
-Meet up with the broads and get shitty

If anyone wants to go with me to do any of these you are more than welcome. Hit me up.

Fleece.


Update: Some guy at the gym with fucking BEAUTIFUL sleeves referred me to his guy Leonardo, the owner of Think Ink in Woodland Hills. I am going to phone the guy this week. Kickass!

Also, I am in a much much better mood now. I fucking love the gym. Thank you god. I really need to focus on myself and staying positive. In which case, today is going to be awesome, I can feel it already