I had a horrible day today. Well, I guess it was technically yesterday now. Anyways:
- It was painfully hot in downtown Portland, and like a retard I decided to go out in a black tanktop, jeans, and heavyweight cotton athletic socks. My hair frizzed out and I sweated all my makeup off in about 2.5 seconds.
- A bird pooped on me while I was walking in the park blocks. Hit me right on the shoulder and it splattered all over the front of my shirt.
- I was supposed to meet up with someone to dicuss doing some modeling for them, but he wasn't able to make it. It's probably for the better, I looked awful and I was covered in bird shit.
- And the worst thing to happen to me in a long time...An asshole cop on a power trip gave me a $75 ticket for jaywalking. JAYWALKING!!! That's fucking absurd. You can bet your ass I'm going to court to contest that.
On the upside, I had a delicious vegetarian sushi lunch at Koji, avacado and cream cheese rolls and vegetable tempura with a cold glass of plum wine to top it off. yummm.
Later in the evening I went and spent some time with my Mom. She gave me some kava root for stress relief and made dijon chicken with rice for dinner. After it got a little cooler outside I helped tend her garden and that was really relaxing, she has some nice flowers growing out there. I love my Mom so much it's ridiculous. She's really brilliant, but more importantly she's a good person with a kind heart and I am very lucky to have her as a parent. I feel really guilty about my plan to move out of state next year, because my Mom isn't going to be around forever and I feel like I should spend as much time as possible with her.
I made the mistake of taking 20 mg of Oycodone tonight and having three or four beers. Now I am itching like crazy. Usually only Percoset makes me itch, but this is awful. I should be saving my pain killers for when I get my feet and calves tattooed, but I have no self control, especially when I've been having a shitty day...
I hope everything is going alright with you dudes. I am really horrible at replying to journals and comments because I can never think of anything charming or witty to say, but I do read them regularly. I've been updating my journal more often but my entries are pretty redundant and boring. hrmph. OK I need more beer and My So Called Life is about to start so I'm outta here. ta.
- It was painfully hot in downtown Portland, and like a retard I decided to go out in a black tanktop, jeans, and heavyweight cotton athletic socks. My hair frizzed out and I sweated all my makeup off in about 2.5 seconds.
- A bird pooped on me while I was walking in the park blocks. Hit me right on the shoulder and it splattered all over the front of my shirt.
- I was supposed to meet up with someone to dicuss doing some modeling for them, but he wasn't able to make it. It's probably for the better, I looked awful and I was covered in bird shit.
- And the worst thing to happen to me in a long time...An asshole cop on a power trip gave me a $75 ticket for jaywalking. JAYWALKING!!! That's fucking absurd. You can bet your ass I'm going to court to contest that.
On the upside, I had a delicious vegetarian sushi lunch at Koji, avacado and cream cheese rolls and vegetable tempura with a cold glass of plum wine to top it off. yummm.
Later in the evening I went and spent some time with my Mom. She gave me some kava root for stress relief and made dijon chicken with rice for dinner. After it got a little cooler outside I helped tend her garden and that was really relaxing, she has some nice flowers growing out there. I love my Mom so much it's ridiculous. She's really brilliant, but more importantly she's a good person with a kind heart and I am very lucky to have her as a parent. I feel really guilty about my plan to move out of state next year, because my Mom isn't going to be around forever and I feel like I should spend as much time as possible with her.
I made the mistake of taking 20 mg of Oycodone tonight and having three or four beers. Now I am itching like crazy. Usually only Percoset makes me itch, but this is awful. I should be saving my pain killers for when I get my feet and calves tattooed, but I have no self control, especially when I've been having a shitty day...
I hope everything is going alright with you dudes. I am really horrible at replying to journals and comments because I can never think of anything charming or witty to say, but I do read them regularly. I've been updating my journal more often but my entries are pretty redundant and boring. hrmph. OK I need more beer and My So Called Life is about to start so I'm outta here. ta.
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Once, when I was meeting up with a few bad-candy.com fans in Venice Beach, just before I moved out of CA, I got shit on by a huge seagull, square on the chest, and one guy told me that it didn't make me any less cool in his eyes. My point is you're hella tougher than that bird shit, so keep rockin', little lady.