Today’s news: Sean and I are going to the Tattoo Convention to see about work. Moreso for him of course. My entire hidden agenda involves finding myself a new tattoo artist boyfriend to do all the work I need to finish my shit. So sick of answering those “are ya gonna fill it in?” questions….
I will never understand trackers, and after talking with several people who had it about the things that would happen when they would go “snooping around” to other pages, I realize they suck ass. For example, you look at random people’s pages for whatever reason, and they see you on it more than once, and…
Kudos for Valerie, for being the coolest motherfucker in town. So no, it wasn’t medieval times, but there was no shortage of entertainment. We ended up eating at this place called Lips, complete with a full drag staff, caberet show twice during the meal, and not so bad food. There were many times during the…
My friend Valerie found some obnoxious fact about Valentine’s day being the most common day of VD transmission…something like 75% of VDs are given on this day. Yay for you, yay for me, let’s all get drunk and spread the love, right? Wrong…Last year I got socks, and I had a boyfriend. Which is funny,…
Shorts weather? It seems as if every time the weather isn’t frigid, this is an appropriate condition to be in. Not for me. Today I am sporting a cute little rockabilly inspired dress..and it’s red. Red cap sleeves with a black nautical star in the middle of the chest. Hot shit. I love how everyone…
A few from Miami.
Isn’t that exciting..could be a prescription to waste much much more time. I paid my bills. I made it a habit of paying my bills. Isn’t that nice? Now I have no excuse to write write write. Aol instant messenger and MSN can get kind of annoying though. At least I have my research is…
Whoa. I know how to play the game: all stalker-like to chase away the beanie babies. I think it’s funny that the boys like to talk mad shit, then back away when you return the fire. Eh, s’all good. I don’t need you loin hangers to rock me. They make these little phallic shaped fuckers…
Woot. Today, they say, is gonna be nice. I just tied the balloons to the sign outside. For some apparent reason, I have a bizarre fear of letting them go. I spin back to being like 4, and feeling like I was going to get carried off by them, and then accidentally letting one go….
So…I swear: I don’t know if I am existing to be some major antagonist to the people around me, or if it’s just the weather. Or maybe everyone is just insane. V and I talked about this slew of mean-spirited letters being sent my way from Alex, my old roommate who relocated to LA. So…
