thejinn

got clipped on the bike the other day and now my lip is all purple and swollen and bloody. worst part is that it happened friday evening outside of the record store (where i thought i may have seen a certain suicide girl, but i'm not not positive), and two of my records cracked. i miss those much more than i miss that chunk of lip, or my pride from getting clipped / fucked up right on milwaukee and damen. and some yuppie fuckface whose car i flew into after i hurled off my bike had the nerve to tell me to look and see if there was any damage to his car and to tell me to look where i was going. oh, so so mad. it's ok though, my homegirl just informed me that bloody / bruised men are sexy.

but thank you to the new homies that came through on friday.

we did music dvd night at a friend's house on sunday. we were all hungover, so we got food then came home and watched dvds by: neurosis, lightning bolt, slayer, pantera, sun ra, fugazi, minor threat, and....avril lavigne. oh, avril my little pigeon. it'll be o.k.

site of the day: this one.
word of the day: doraphobia - fear of fur or skins of animals.
song of the day: let's dance - pleasure.
person of the day: you.