OK so our show is tomorrow night. We go on at 11. It's at the Hollywood Bistro on Bustleton Ave. The cover is $5. Come one come ALL!!! IF you're in Philly and find that you have not a thing to do on Saturday night, come down and check it out. Although it's not quite as good as the Benefit for Mister Kite, a splendid time is STILL guaranteed for all.
And now for randomness. I do a lot of things that push me deeper into this depression but I can't help it. I'm obsessed. I was never good with will power...
I've grown really used to the new layout. Even grown to kina like it....
Every morning, I get the power of GOD!!! I walk out of my branch up to the counter where customers fill out their deposit slips. In my hand is a small plastic square with a number on it. I replace the old square with the new one, thus changing the date. What power. Change the date. On a whim, I could make it July 29. Or August 23. Maybe February 16. Maybe I'll remove the number and it will be a non-existent day in October. Maybe I'll take away the month and it will perpetually be the 24. I think I like the flow of time though. It keeps things interesting...
I shaved my goatee and got the most intense urge to cut my hair really short again. Thank God I waited the urge out and my hair survived...
I've become a time traveler. Sort of. See, the past keeps sneaking out into the present to fuck with me, and sometimes it drags me back with it. Like tonight.
I need a shower.
I need a prescription for DOPE to keep me HAPPY all the time, but I won't make the appointment because I don't want to be happy all the time. I'd rather just be me, moody bastard that I am.
I look bad. And not bad as Samuel Jackson, Bad Motha Fucka, bad...bad as in fell out of the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down bad. I looked in the mirror and thought to myself "Self, if you saw a guy who looked like you on the street you'd probably cross to the other side and wonder how drugs could take someone down that far."....
Southern comfort is such an apt name for whiskey....
And now for randomness. I do a lot of things that push me deeper into this depression but I can't help it. I'm obsessed. I was never good with will power...
I've grown really used to the new layout. Even grown to kina like it....
Every morning, I get the power of GOD!!! I walk out of my branch up to the counter where customers fill out their deposit slips. In my hand is a small plastic square with a number on it. I replace the old square with the new one, thus changing the date. What power. Change the date. On a whim, I could make it July 29. Or August 23. Maybe February 16. Maybe I'll remove the number and it will be a non-existent day in October. Maybe I'll take away the month and it will perpetually be the 24. I think I like the flow of time though. It keeps things interesting...
I shaved my goatee and got the most intense urge to cut my hair really short again. Thank God I waited the urge out and my hair survived...
I've become a time traveler. Sort of. See, the past keeps sneaking out into the present to fuck with me, and sometimes it drags me back with it. Like tonight.
I need a shower.
I need a prescription for DOPE to keep me HAPPY all the time, but I won't make the appointment because I don't want to be happy all the time. I'd rather just be me, moody bastard that I am.
I look bad. And not bad as Samuel Jackson, Bad Motha Fucka, bad...bad as in fell out of the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down bad. I looked in the mirror and thought to myself "Self, if you saw a guy who looked like you on the street you'd probably cross to the other side and wonder how drugs could take someone down that far."....
Southern comfort is such an apt name for whiskey....
I don't know if I can see you tonight... I'm going to my friends party at 8, then my bf has a party at 10... bustleton is far (well not that far, but I get lost easily). We should make plans to go to Dangerous Curves sometime. Did you call Missy?
xoxo Alexis
and since it's past, how was the show?