Another random update from lil'ol'me.
Today I feel unloved. There is no particular reason for this except that Jill's boyfriend is in town, so I get ditched for the booty, and formerly-known-as-the-boy started work with me today and then went to get high with our coworkers while I went home. Not that I was specifically not invited, but I feel weird inviting myself along to partake in a substance that I don't partake in anyway. I know, I have issues. Shut up.
It has been such a long time since I felt like I came first with someone. Even when the boy and I were hooking up, it was around his music and work schedules. I'm pretty easy to deal with and like a lot of alone time, but right now I wish there was someone here. Mostly because I'm stir-crazy after four days cooped up with just Nyquil and Adrien Brody movies (and dreams).
On a lighter note (not really), I've rediscovered the joy that is Joy Division. I know, I'm dark and brooding, but man...those songs both take me right back to when I first discovered that band, age 16, and make me feel part of something timeless. The best bands never feel outdated. Ian Curtis's voice has been part of my subconscious for so long that it makes everything better. I've been through worse. I'd still rather die alone than settle for less than what I want.
And speaking of dying: here's a better tribute to the dearly departed Dr. Hunter S. Thompson. To a man who never gave a shit what anyone thought, stood up for what was right not because it was a rule or a law but because it was the right thing to do, wrote like one possessed and drove like it too, never compromised for a second, lived life to the fullest and died on his own schedule, we salute you. America is far worse off without you, but we understand you couldn't compromise even on this.
Today I feel unloved. There is no particular reason for this except that Jill's boyfriend is in town, so I get ditched for the booty, and formerly-known-as-the-boy started work with me today and then went to get high with our coworkers while I went home. Not that I was specifically not invited, but I feel weird inviting myself along to partake in a substance that I don't partake in anyway. I know, I have issues. Shut up.
It has been such a long time since I felt like I came first with someone. Even when the boy and I were hooking up, it was around his music and work schedules. I'm pretty easy to deal with and like a lot of alone time, but right now I wish there was someone here. Mostly because I'm stir-crazy after four days cooped up with just Nyquil and Adrien Brody movies (and dreams).
On a lighter note (not really), I've rediscovered the joy that is Joy Division. I know, I'm dark and brooding, but man...those songs both take me right back to when I first discovered that band, age 16, and make me feel part of something timeless. The best bands never feel outdated. Ian Curtis's voice has been part of my subconscious for so long that it makes everything better. I've been through worse. I'd still rather die alone than settle for less than what I want.
And speaking of dying: here's a better tribute to the dearly departed Dr. Hunter S. Thompson. To a man who never gave a shit what anyone thought, stood up for what was right not because it was a rule or a law but because it was the right thing to do, wrote like one possessed and drove like it too, never compromised for a second, lived life to the fullest and died on his own schedule, we salute you. America is far worse off without you, but we understand you couldn't compromise even on this.
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V is a bit more upscale/gothy/sexually charged if you're into that sort of thing. A friend of mine is a dancing girl there.
The Jinx seems to be having dance parties almost every night now, instead of just Thursdays like before. No good shows coming through, I suppose.