I finally realized, after nearly ten hours of being high and/or drunk that smoking of any sort and drinking is really fucking lame.
I may have one and a half bottles of liquor left over from last night, but those won't be emptied for a very long while.
Apparently I've gradually lost my identity at the Rocky Horror Picture Show. Now I am just known as "Steven's friend." Seriously, these people don't even remember my name. The most conversation that was made towards me was asking where Steven is. The one place I felt comfortable and felt that I've fit in has apparently turned it's back on me.
I can't compete with the Davi Havoc hair, eyeliner, drunken antics and leather.
And yet the entire time he's been saying that Saturday is "our" night together. As if that fucker didn't notice people starting to not give a damn about me because they're all fucking obsessed with him.
Went to an early showing of a free movie around 8pm last night. Pump Up The Volume. Good movie. I brought Sara, my girlfriend, along with us.
She apparently was loving the way he looked and proceeded to hit on him as he got into the truck......now maybe it's just me, but if you were in my position would you enjoy hearing your girlfriend hitting on your friend when you're in the same vehicle?
I think she tried to cover for it by saying she was just turned on by the leather pants and jacket he was wearing. She has "a thing for leather." Yeah, that makes me feel so much fucking better.
Overall conclusion:
RHPS sucks ass
Smoking is lame
Getting high is lame
Drinking is lame
I'm not thinking very highly of my girlfriend at the moment
I hate the person I considered to be my best friend.
What a lovely Sunday.
I may have one and a half bottles of liquor left over from last night, but those won't be emptied for a very long while.
Apparently I've gradually lost my identity at the Rocky Horror Picture Show. Now I am just known as "Steven's friend." Seriously, these people don't even remember my name. The most conversation that was made towards me was asking where Steven is. The one place I felt comfortable and felt that I've fit in has apparently turned it's back on me.
I can't compete with the Davi Havoc hair, eyeliner, drunken antics and leather.
And yet the entire time he's been saying that Saturday is "our" night together. As if that fucker didn't notice people starting to not give a damn about me because they're all fucking obsessed with him.
Went to an early showing of a free movie around 8pm last night. Pump Up The Volume. Good movie. I brought Sara, my girlfriend, along with us.
She apparently was loving the way he looked and proceeded to hit on him as he got into the truck......now maybe it's just me, but if you were in my position would you enjoy hearing your girlfriend hitting on your friend when you're in the same vehicle?
I think she tried to cover for it by saying she was just turned on by the leather pants and jacket he was wearing. She has "a thing for leather." Yeah, that makes me feel so much fucking better.
Overall conclusion:
RHPS sucks ass
Smoking is lame
Getting high is lame
Drinking is lame
I'm not thinking very highly of my girlfriend at the moment
I hate the person I considered to be my best friend.
What a lovely Sunday.