So, I just read a fairly long, depressing cartoon in the New Yorker which, in many ways mirrored a very important period of my life that I haven't really spent a lot of time looking at, mostly because it's incredibly painful. But I think it's about time I talked about it.
Two summers ago, my fiancee and I were living together in a great loft... Read More
i was nice to finally be formally introduced to you last night
now i'm gonna tell you what i told [minimal]iZm, next time yr gonna dj bring siouxsie and the clash with you!
p.s.
aww
i've got some similar stories. that is just way too sad
*hug*
wow. I know what its like to get attached to cats and have them die, though i dont think many of my stories can compare to that. try and cheer up babe.
-lo
PS. This is Ariel, we met at the sg burlesque show last week.
Okay, self-hatred over. Returning to normal drunken tomfoolery.
Spending most of the week in bed seems to have gotten my ass in gear. Now I'm set to start going back to the gym, going to class, painting giant pictures of flying penises, etc.
I've really got to get my shit together. I don't care for who I am these days, so I do things that make me like me even less. Gotta break the vicious cycle.
I didn't go to work for two days. Consider yourself lucky. In the end, you're the only person who can pull your head out of the toilet and wipe the vomit off. Unless, you have someone else there to do it for you. In which case, carry on.
Ok then how much better are the brought low than a band like Bad Wizard (same label?). I've missed the former band several times and have no idea what they are about.
Alright, SO...I woke up with a fat lip, blood on my shirt, and absolutely no recollection of getting home. I gotta say, must have been a good night. And just a fat lip, I feel confiedent that SOMEBODY got worse than that. Though god help me if I can remember who.
So, I don't get to go on tour with the Players Club and Speeddealer, because of work and school. Oh, well, guess I have to "plan for the future" and all that good crap. Damn, I hate being responsible.
And, of course, all day I've been thinking about gross peanut butter sandwiches and Magnum P.I. fisting people with lard. Thanks
penny.
Life can be pretty amazing and beautiful, if you know where to look. Like, today in NY it was cold, and rainy, and just all-around gross, but then a transformer blew somewhere on the LES, and I went outside, where all the streetlights were out, and the moon was impossibly high and bright, and the colors of the night... Read More
i dont mean to be a pain in the ass, but please refrain from posting SGNY (read: private) events in the hook-up board. i know there aren't any details, but people have a way of finding out.
Well, I start classes in the morning. I was supposed to start today, but I was lazy. Oh well. Since I'm retaking Abnormal Psych, it shouldn't be too bad, and Religion and Politics should be pretty cool.
Burlesque on friday, luna's birthday on Saturday, should be a happening weekend.
One day, I fear the hordes of pigeons outside my window will gather forces and... Read More