Mmm, one long obnoxious entry coming right up, side of fries.
So this was a relatively crappy weekend--not terrible, shitty...just crappy. Except for the Giant Breakfast of Yay today at Clary's.
Regardless, work was not exactly joy and jumping jacks yesterday, and though I went to shoot a set with Gomez afterwards, it didn't end up happening because of outside interference (though she still got some awesome pictures).
Then I went to see Whiskey Dick play. Somehow I managed to fall into a dismal mood right before he started, which, compounded with getting drunk a bit quickly, led to me avoiding the world for a while, sans a few friends I went to visit briefly at the Bar Bar. The show was good, though...just not me.
I believe I was supposed to go to a party afterwards, but I was in such a funk that by between-sets, I was walking between Jinx and Broughton repeatedly, debating whether I should suck it up and stay or go home. I wanted to want to stay.
Then I realized I was being retarded, and said to myself: Self, if you're debating, staying obviously isn't right. Plus, you're in a bad mood. Plus, you're drunk off a beer, which makes you want to lie down.
All being true, I did wind up leaving before the second set started. I felt like an asshole for not saying bye, but I would have sucked out all the good vibes from anyone else, anyways. So I walked home.
And yes, I made it home rape/mugged-free! Imagine that!
I ended up chilling out for a bit and watching some of The Usual Suspects before falling asleep.
Today...today was mediocre. I did get my third tattoo, and that's about it. I don't think I'm going back to Alien Arts again, though. First, I hate saran-wrap bandages, second, I realized later that my shoulder didn't even get shaved before it got tattooed (unless procedure is different for your back). Though the actual artist was good, so hell, I don't know.
On a side note, that nasty cut ripped down between index finger and palm must have hit something, because my finger aches when I move it, especially stretch it out.
Okay, shutting up now. Eclair, laundry, movie (hopefully Southside, but at this point I doubt it). That is good and quiet at the moment.
So this was a relatively crappy weekend--not terrible, shitty...just crappy. Except for the Giant Breakfast of Yay today at Clary's.
Regardless, work was not exactly joy and jumping jacks yesterday, and though I went to shoot a set with Gomez afterwards, it didn't end up happening because of outside interference (though she still got some awesome pictures).
Then I went to see Whiskey Dick play. Somehow I managed to fall into a dismal mood right before he started, which, compounded with getting drunk a bit quickly, led to me avoiding the world for a while, sans a few friends I went to visit briefly at the Bar Bar. The show was good, though...just not me.
I believe I was supposed to go to a party afterwards, but I was in such a funk that by between-sets, I was walking between Jinx and Broughton repeatedly, debating whether I should suck it up and stay or go home. I wanted to want to stay.
Then I realized I was being retarded, and said to myself: Self, if you're debating, staying obviously isn't right. Plus, you're in a bad mood. Plus, you're drunk off a beer, which makes you want to lie down.
All being true, I did wind up leaving before the second set started. I felt like an asshole for not saying bye, but I would have sucked out all the good vibes from anyone else, anyways. So I walked home.
And yes, I made it home rape/mugged-free! Imagine that!
I ended up chilling out for a bit and watching some of The Usual Suspects before falling asleep.
Today...today was mediocre. I did get my third tattoo, and that's about it. I don't think I'm going back to Alien Arts again, though. First, I hate saran-wrap bandages, second, I realized later that my shoulder didn't even get shaved before it got tattooed (unless procedure is different for your back). Though the actual artist was good, so hell, I don't know.
On a side note, that nasty cut ripped down between index finger and palm must have hit something, because my finger aches when I move it, especially stretch it out.
Okay, shutting up now. Eclair, laundry, movie (hopefully Southside, but at this point I doubt it). That is good and quiet at the moment.
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i'm sorry you were off your game, i hope you're feeling better now
the fire ended up being kinda lame anyway, i stayed up drinking and arguing politics with a friend from out of town until nearly six in the morning.........
today i am dirty and tired, but my class was cancelled, huzzah!