Current Music: Marla and Tyler Flashback #2 (remix) - The Dust Brothers
But boy how i love to beat myself up.
forget it.
Moving on, I'm doing the Ren Faire this year. It is a lot of fun. The saturday night parties are intense. This last weekend was Catholic school girl night and dear jesus the 'dance' (used in the loosest sense of the term) contest was basically an excuse for drunk women to use the dance pole for stripping. Flying labia. Ingrained in my mind. Met a pretty awesome young lady named CJ who is indeed my soulmate. Geeky chicks for life.
I have the party at the Speakeasy this weekend so I'll be missing Gigglefest (the german beer girl night) at the faire but, fuck it. Meloversary comes around but once a year and i am NOT going to miss the year with a full fucking bar. I love booze. And booze for tips just makes it so much better. I miss my LA friends. Despite all stereotypes, not all people down south are douchebags. And I am excited to see all of them that I get to see.
I've got some issues but life has been really low key. I'm just trying to find out where I'm wanted and stay there instead of, maybe, pushing myself where I'm not wanted. I've got one place in particular that i think i may be pushing. I'll just forget about it, i guess. I can't expect to much from this guy, honestly. I expect a lot from people because i keep such high standards and, while unfair for some, it keeps me in some excellent company. However, emotions cloud my judgment of character. I'm excusing myself for being so hopeful.
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