Wow what a depressing previous post. Thank you so much for the thoughts and hugs and kisses.
Well, I went out last night with Malice, Stealth_Moose, and Swindy to see The Birthday Massacre at the Funhaus.
Totally last minute, I've never even heard of the band before last night, but I'm glad that I did go. Got out of the house, stood in line with a bunch of 12 year olds (I felt old and TALL... I am becoming nicknamed the "Amazon Woman" by Mr. Swindy)had a few drinks, got hit on by a creepy weirdo who, despite his creep-factor, lost what practically non-existant chance he had with his ever-so original question of "how tall are you?" and then attempted, for the rest of the evening, to build a rapport with me about the idiocy of people who ask me that question on a daily basis. Ironically, it never occured to him that he was one of those people.
Moosey and I had many laughs last night at his expense. Thank you for protecting me Stealth_Moose!
As an amusing aside, after the concert creepy-guy managed to give Malice a creepy hug... (I hope she took a shower)... while I ducked behind Moose and ran away. I've decided that I'm fucking tired of creepy people I hardly know trying to cop cheap feels with me. I'm not going to accept it in order to be "polite" anymore. Fuck that. I'm not a peice of meat. AND I'M NOT A FUCKING HOOKER, fuck-you very much.
We all came back to my place and played Burnout on the 360. Malice kicked everyone's ass.
Also Malice should have some pics from the concert soon.
I need to start documenting my life with pictures again. I don't do that enough.
Actually I got a new haircut, I took pictures, but since this is my mom's laptop (as BOTH my computers are fried) there is no photo editing software on it. Stoopid computers *grumble grumble grumble*
Well, I went out last night with Malice, Stealth_Moose, and Swindy to see The Birthday Massacre at the Funhaus.
Totally last minute, I've never even heard of the band before last night, but I'm glad that I did go. Got out of the house, stood in line with a bunch of 12 year olds (I felt old and TALL... I am becoming nicknamed the "Amazon Woman" by Mr. Swindy)had a few drinks, got hit on by a creepy weirdo who, despite his creep-factor, lost what practically non-existant chance he had with his ever-so original question of "how tall are you?" and then attempted, for the rest of the evening, to build a rapport with me about the idiocy of people who ask me that question on a daily basis. Ironically, it never occured to him that he was one of those people.
Moosey and I had many laughs last night at his expense. Thank you for protecting me Stealth_Moose!
As an amusing aside, after the concert creepy-guy managed to give Malice a creepy hug... (I hope she took a shower)... while I ducked behind Moose and ran away. I've decided that I'm fucking tired of creepy people I hardly know trying to cop cheap feels with me. I'm not going to accept it in order to be "polite" anymore. Fuck that. I'm not a peice of meat. AND I'M NOT A FUCKING HOOKER, fuck-you very much.
We all came back to my place and played Burnout on the 360. Malice kicked everyone's ass.
Also Malice should have some pics from the concert soon.
I need to start documenting my life with pictures again. I don't do that enough.
Actually I got a new haircut, I took pictures, but since this is my mom's laptop (as BOTH my computers are fried) there is no photo editing software on it. Stoopid computers *grumble grumble grumble*
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If I were you, I'd also be a little bit jealous right now.
I have one project on the go, but the writer's block is keeping me from getting anything further done. Meh.