Yes. Yes. It is. I think I was just about ready to go crazy. Or start shacking up with the first slut who'd look at me twice. Or turn to crack. Or something.

The good thing is, I get what I want. We were uncertain where we'd end up, here or Portland OR, and I have become extremely attached to here.

Last night: Awesome dinner party with 4 of us. Shrimp alfredo with a riesling and tiramisu and Asti for dessert.
Today: Awesome as I just found out we can get the apartment without co-signers. Hooray(?!) for being all adult-like and shit.

great, my band is going really well, ive written a whole bunch of songs, hopefully we'll get to the point of playing out because every other band ive had has failed

^ awesome







my day was meh...

Great day out in London with Pookie family.

 

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good, i'm a redhead now.

^^picture!
I imagine you like this:



my day:
sweaty and meaningless

the dye is still on my head, i'll get around to it eventually

it's darker than that, more bloody

like cobains red-phase?

sort of

sounds good.
red can rock. but it can suck big times too, especially this woody-red-on-old-women

it's exactly this color except i'm not sharon osbourne





brilliant news, my boyfriend/fiancee/whatever finished out his apprenticeship today and is now a licensed tattooist so i probably don't even have to work anymore. but mostly i'm happy for him, i liked my job.

Literally, blessed.

Was mostly mondane but a glass of port wine has tipped it to favorable.

hyper-productive

I'm a destroyer of lists.

kind of weird. it felt like a few days crammed into one. i pulled an all nigher for no reason. around 8AM i got ready to go out and do errands ... but then i got back in bed, ultimately not getting around to SHIT. so i did my usual bumming around.

i'd set up camp in bed for the night, and my friends called. we sat around cafes and kept running into people from high school that we didn't particularly want to see. at the last cafe we spent like an hour and a half having this absurd/joke conversation about fake surgeries ("oh, i'm going to get gills... it's an outpatient procedure in thailand...") and puppy murder. somehow we kept straight faces. some dude in a huge white tracksuit asked us to watch his book. what.

then uuuuh i'm blanking a bit.

now i'm here! and i'm exhausted. but i don't want to go to bed yet.

Boring, writing songs but i can't find anyone to form a band with.

You'll be getting free tramp stamps from now on.

i have my own tattoo guy who does really good work
bf has tattooed me before, and just for the record i already have a tramp stamp