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I've had 3 friends go grey in 2 days. One I'm hoping will come back....one I know is not coming back...and the other, I don't really give a fuck about. So there. And Feckweed will always remain on my list in hopes that he will return. I'm working on making him. I'm sure once my set goes live, he will. Plus I know he reads my journals still so COME BACK FECKWEED DAMNIT!

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I dropped a box while taking out the trash this morning....a box full of that stupid packing popcorn shit.

It was very windy.

We don't have a broom at Taboo.

I was in high heels.

I'm sure that hilarity made someone's morning.

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My purple hair looks like shit now.

I look like I should be at either a Hottopic convention or a Mudvayne show.

For some reason, it just didn't soak in right. I'll be dying it back to black as soon as I get paid and have time.

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I think finally my new sweetheart of a roomate will be moving in May 1st. And after the last one finishes cleaning up his fucking room and gives me his keys, I'll finally be done. Geez. But...it was nice to live alone for 2 months. Even with all the stress of trying to still get my $ from the last roomate.

My cat however has been quite lonely. I feel really bad for him. My poor lil' fatty cat. He needs major cuddle time. And a friend. I'm making my new roomie get a kitty. And if she won't, I will. A girl. And name her Bettie.

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NY was awesome.

Met Elvis Costello.

Got awesome poster signed.

He surprised us with a special guest, Howlin' Wolf's guitarist-Hubert Sumlin. Looks damn good for an 80+ year old.



I think I'm gonna need a hip replacement from all the walking we did. Jesus. On Saturday, we walked from our hotel at 34th all the way up to the Met at 82nd, then through the park and over to 104th at like 8th to meet up with our friend Danny Sage (guitarist for D-Generation w/ Jessie Malin) and his fiance.

We had dinner at this Thai restaurant called The Lime Leaf. We were the first one's there, and the last to leave. We just sat and talked all night, had multiple glasses of wine, appetizers, desserts, dessert coffees, and just laughed. Well some of it had to do with the pouring rain outside. We were like, fuck it...we'll wait till it calms down enough to get a cab back.

NY was cold and overcast right up until we left Sunday morning. But it was awesome. I got a bunch of records (some of which Rob wouldn't let me buy damn it...but he's a sweetheart like that...he takes care of me when I'm poor and hungry...which is like, all the time). I got a Lee Fields 7" on Daptone, and a kick ass Arthur Conley LP that was recorded in Muscle Shoals...he does Ob-la Di Ob-la Da on it. I haven't gotten a chance to listen to any of what I got yet since I've been back...hopefully tonight.

We were at the Virgin Mega Store at Times Square at like, 2:30 am Friday night/Saturday morning and I was flipping through all the hip hop vinyl, and these two dumbasses were goin' through saying how they didn't know any of the records there....I just laughed, and said to myself..oh well, I have this, have this one, I've met him, Emailed him, met this guy too.........this is pretty good stuff here, and not too pricey! I think they ended up with a Chingy 12"...whatever....

Oh yeah...and SG has a kiosk in both Virgin stores with merch set up.....such as those 'coveted' SG undies.

Saw the Max Ernst exhibit at the Met...it was great....he's a Surealist/Dada era painter and sculptor among other things...he does these really rad collage novels where he takes etchings from else where, and puts them back together so perfectly that he can add other lines and pieces to make them fucking crazy looking. I couldn't find any pictures online of those, but here's one of his paintings:


Celebes

Sunday we drove down to Baltimore to meet up with two of our friends and see Elvis again. This show was muuuuuuuch better...because I was standing less than 10 feet away from him this time instead of up in a seat in a balcony. I was so close, I got spit on as he sang....made lots of eye contact....he may be old(er)...but I'd still do it to him. He has rad golden sequin & aligator shoes. Got the bassists' set list for my friend Dave.

I hate Sondre Lercher. Pretentious music school singer/songwriter snob with two of the most beautiful guitars I've ever seen in my life, probably bought by mom & dad. He has that whole 'endearing' 'love me-I'm sweet & quirky with a gorgeous crooning voice' thing down pat. I'm not buying into it. I'm not saying I don't agree that he's not great at what he does....I'm just over it. Oh, and he's like 16 or some shit. Bleh.

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I feel like so far, this year has been the best & the worst year ever. It's like....every week, something fucking kick-ass happens, and then....something really fucking shitty happens....I think it's throwing my brain off cuz I'm starting to feel like, bi-polar or something....

My 'best friend' (the one from high school that's having the stupid wedding i'm 'Maid of Honor' for) called me a gazillion times while I was in New York. She knew I was going....she knew I wasn't going to be able to 'chat' with her....yet she calls me like 3 fucking times a day. Saying if I don't call her back she's gonna call the cops b/c i'm missing??????Whatever.

I emailed one of the chic's that's doing the bachelorette party shit and told her I couldn't do the whole Stretched Hummer/Clubbing/Male strip club bullshit b/c I had to shell out $630 for my POS car (explination to follow) and I absolutely couldn't afford it...she emails back and says don't worry about the money, just come b/c Amy would want me there, and they'll take care of it. I thought I was off the hook, but nooooooooooooo......NOW I'm gonna have an even worse time b/c they're gonna pay for it all, and i'm gonna feel like an asshole when I'm obviously not enjoying any of it and feeling guilty for them forking out all that dough just for me to 'be there'. Fuck.

I'm so over this wedding. Just give me the fucking dress and I'll go home. Tiara...no thanks....

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Yeah, so my car is fucked.

If you know anyone that you don't like too much that you can help me pawn off my shit car on for like $800-$1500 to, let me know.

The car is 15 years old, and only 110,000 miles. That's not good when I shell out $200-$700 bucks every 4-12 months on it.

And get this...my parents are like, oh, well, we'll help you buy a new one.....but on two conditions......................

I can't get any more tattoos, or any mor piercings.

Forever.

What????????????????????????????????????????????????

Are you kidding me? You want to help me, but conditionally?

Last time I checked, parents love is supposed to be unconditionally. Right?

So I go down to their house to clean the car up, and talk with my mom about it...........

She wants to buy me off. That's so fucked up and they don't even get that.

She coudn't even give me a legitimate reason as to why I shouldn't have tattoos and piercings other than, she doesn't like them.

She says there's a 'stigma' to people that have them, and that she's really just that old school.

Well you know what mom...YOU'RE FUCKED UP.....

If you can't see that I'm the same person regardless of whether I have some drawings on my skin or not...then that's something you have to fucking deal with.

I even tried to pull the whole, 'You know mom....someone [her] once taught me...it's not what's on the outside that counts, it's what's inside.'

She didn't bite.

So I told her and dad-no thank you.

I don't need or want your help.

So now...I've got to figure out if I can actually afford to get a loan for a new-used car. I know there's no way I can get a car more than $4000-$5000. I just hope it doesn't push my insurance up so much that I really can't eat any more. I'm also hoping I don't have to get a co-signer. I already have like $10,000 in credit debt...I can't afford this. Plus I have to pay back Rob the $200 I borrowed to help fix my car.

I really am lucky to have him. I love him.

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Tonight...I work on editing pictures...that I've been meaning to do for over a month now. Most importantly, the one's from the Atmosphere show, so I can send them to Slug along with the CD's he ordred, and a couple of DVD's I want to buy him. He called when I was in NY, and I felt bad for not having his stuff to him yet. So Sluggo...if you're reading this (which I doubt anybody will even read it b/c it's so long)...your stuff is on it's way!

Then on Sunday....my first actual 'day off' in umm.....5 weeks....I'm gonna get my SG set all ready to mail off on Monday. It's fucking time. I need the cash more than ever too....so wish me luck (again).

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If you've actually read my whole journal...I love you.

If you skimmed it....eh....I understand as long as you comment on several sections.

If you stopped by my page just to see the pretty Max Ernst picture....go back and read some jackass.

If you didn't bother looking at my journal at all...I might be deleteing you soon. So....too bad for you.