cherrybomb00

Well, I got screwed out of my friday night. I got stuck at work until 2:15am. Bars closed. Made it home and ended up watching old flick "the stepfather" until 4am. It was just as good as when I saw it the many times in the past. Fabulous Jill Schoelen. Love her. Saturday I had an internet date. I'd seen pix and had only emailed her. She called 2 hours before we were to go out and canceled. I was ok with it since I was thinking I'd rather hang with friends and have the opportunity to meet people out there. And for some reason I wasn't totally into this date. So I hit a silverlake bar with pals, got tanked, a nice girl hooked me up in the bathroom stall. And then I hit a party where we sang along with boogie nights and the pulp ficton soundtracks. Danced, thought I might break a coffee table and took pix. Bailed there and crashed with my friends at her new place. There was no toilet paper yet, but when moving those first essential things...she had her butcher knife which I thought was funny. I was proud of myself for braving the rain, and I beat my throat sickness--instead of it getting worse....so far. Sunday I slept and hung out. Goodbye sex and the city. My apartment is out of control. I need to organize, clean and get rid of shit. I live like a bachelor pig and I want to live in a fluffy, girly slumber party environment. Friends used to joke that I need a wife, well, I need a cleaning lady.