At the last minute I decided to travel to Pittsburgh with Anna and Butt for the halloween party. I was a little nervous, as I usually am around a lot of people I don't know. But I figured there would be plenty of familar faces: Shabbydo, Stirfry and Julie, Doctashock, Tikkigod... except only the later two were there. But I sucked it up, got drunk, and walked around with Tikki and introduced ourselves to everyone we saw. I was the gigglely drunk and Tikki was the drunk with a fake british accent. I throughly enjoyed meeting all the new people that I did. I guess that's what makes the site so great. MistressMissy was there. I know her. And she had the BEST costume I've ever seen. She was the dark queen from MirrorMask. It was brilliant.
The next morning Anna, Butt, Destro, and I went and ate at a pub that Nicolelee works at. Ate. Said hi to Nicolelee. Then we went to a tattoo shop to get Anna a new tattoo. I thought of the idea with mucho thanks to Butt and she got "memory" on her left wrist and "lust" on her right wrist in typewriter font. Butt's "smart" typewriter actually came up with the idea if you want to get technical. One day it meant to say "Memory Lost", but it typed "Memory Lust" and I loved the phrase so much I wrote it in my moleskin book that I put those sort of things in. When Anna was trying to think of an idea, I flipped through it and suggested that.
Now here's the fun part of the story. When we got back to Anna's car, it was ransacked. Butt's bag was taken with his laptop, ipod, and digital camera inside. And my bag with my Flaming Lips t-shirt, favorite jeans, favorite pillow, my infamous tu-tu, and a notebook that I have been writing in for a book that I'm working on. Now, all of my things are basically useless to anyone who simply wanted to get money out of it. I imagined them going through my stuff, being horribly disappointed and throwing it all away. Which made me really upset because, among the other things, my notebook was priceless. There was no way I could remember all the notes I put in there, which would mean I would have to scrap the whole story and start from scratch. That thought brought me to tears. But my theory was right. Whoever took my stuff decided it was useless and ditched it. My bag was then found by a woman who went through it and noticed my notebook. She called my mom (I had all my contacts in that notebook as well) and told her that she felt that she needed to get my stuff back to me because she, too, is a writer and knows how precious something like that is. No word on Butt's things, which sucks very much. But I am so relieved that I'm getting my notebook back. I think it's fate. I think I was meant to meet this woman. I don't think it's a coincidence that she is also a writer. And I think that story is a perfect example of how people still have good in them.
The next day, Jamey told me about how he's going to apply for a promotion at work so we went and bought him some new, nice clothes. He has alot of clothes that are big on him even though he's a skinny guy, so I had him try on different sizes. You need some tight pants to see that tight ass. And he looks very good in the clothes I picked out if I do say so myself.
When this girl at the art museum asked me whom I liked better, Monet or Manet, I said, "I like mayonnaise." She just stared at me, so I said it again, louder. Then she left. I guess she went to try to find some mayonnaise for me.
Oh! Jamey and I also got Demetri Martin on CD and DVD. His sense of humor is amazing.
As we were driving, we saw a sign that said "Watch for Rocks." Marta said it should read "Watch for Pretty Rocks." I told her she should write in her suggestion to the highway department, but she started saying it was a joke - just to get out of writing a simple letter! And I thought I was lazy!
Well. I tried to change my profile picture to number three because that's the one most of you voted on. But it keeps telling me it has to be EXACTLY 235 by 174. I keep telling it that it is. But it won't listen. I don't know what's wrong. So until I figure out the problem, it's going to stay the way it is.
Also. If you liked the YouTube video in my last journal, you should go say hi to the bass player: Mole_Harris
The next morning Anna, Butt, Destro, and I went and ate at a pub that Nicolelee works at. Ate. Said hi to Nicolelee. Then we went to a tattoo shop to get Anna a new tattoo. I thought of the idea with mucho thanks to Butt and she got "memory" on her left wrist and "lust" on her right wrist in typewriter font. Butt's "smart" typewriter actually came up with the idea if you want to get technical. One day it meant to say "Memory Lost", but it typed "Memory Lust" and I loved the phrase so much I wrote it in my moleskin book that I put those sort of things in. When Anna was trying to think of an idea, I flipped through it and suggested that.
Now here's the fun part of the story. When we got back to Anna's car, it was ransacked. Butt's bag was taken with his laptop, ipod, and digital camera inside. And my bag with my Flaming Lips t-shirt, favorite jeans, favorite pillow, my infamous tu-tu, and a notebook that I have been writing in for a book that I'm working on. Now, all of my things are basically useless to anyone who simply wanted to get money out of it. I imagined them going through my stuff, being horribly disappointed and throwing it all away. Which made me really upset because, among the other things, my notebook was priceless. There was no way I could remember all the notes I put in there, which would mean I would have to scrap the whole story and start from scratch. That thought brought me to tears. But my theory was right. Whoever took my stuff decided it was useless and ditched it. My bag was then found by a woman who went through it and noticed my notebook. She called my mom (I had all my contacts in that notebook as well) and told her that she felt that she needed to get my stuff back to me because she, too, is a writer and knows how precious something like that is. No word on Butt's things, which sucks very much. But I am so relieved that I'm getting my notebook back. I think it's fate. I think I was meant to meet this woman. I don't think it's a coincidence that she is also a writer. And I think that story is a perfect example of how people still have good in them.
The next day, Jamey told me about how he's going to apply for a promotion at work so we went and bought him some new, nice clothes. He has alot of clothes that are big on him even though he's a skinny guy, so I had him try on different sizes. You need some tight pants to see that tight ass. And he looks very good in the clothes I picked out if I do say so myself.
When this girl at the art museum asked me whom I liked better, Monet or Manet, I said, "I like mayonnaise." She just stared at me, so I said it again, louder. Then she left. I guess she went to try to find some mayonnaise for me.
Oh! Jamey and I also got Demetri Martin on CD and DVD. His sense of humor is amazing.
As we were driving, we saw a sign that said "Watch for Rocks." Marta said it should read "Watch for Pretty Rocks." I told her she should write in her suggestion to the highway department, but she started saying it was a joke - just to get out of writing a simple letter! And I thought I was lazy!
Well. I tried to change my profile picture to number three because that's the one most of you voted on. But it keeps telling me it has to be EXACTLY 235 by 174. I keep telling it that it is. But it won't listen. I don't know what's wrong. So until I figure out the problem, it's going to stay the way it is.
Also. If you liked the YouTube video in my last journal, you should go say hi to the bass player: Mole_Harris
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And yes, geek I am. Yup.