wendy

my birthday is this saturday.....

last night i was a sex kitten (i know, i know, i'm always a sex kitten. but it was my costume). i wore a corset dress, hot pink fishnets, platforms, and some patent leather ears. i worked with what i could. my makeup fuckin rocked though.

i went to see the Nicotones as a Clash tribute band. they fucking rocked harder than they ever have... they seriously embodied the band, they did the whole show just like it would have been. i didn't even mind having multiple beers spilled on me, because, well, that's how it would have been.
the sump pumps did a devo tribute, which was just about as cool. it made me kick myself again for not going to sg helloween because it fondly reminded me of norrit as devo last year. they did the dance moves and everything, honey. you would have been so impressed.

we had to leave before the end of the night was up... my friend kevin was wasted and was beginning to fall asleep wherever he stood. i got to see some people i haven't seen in a long long time though, and some people i see all the time. not a whole lot changes, around here.

i've been analyzing data for hours, i have SPSS coming out of my ears. i need a stiff drink, but i have a paper to write in art history and a room to clean. i really just want my birthday to come and go, already. i don't want it to be some big deal, i don't want to get excited about it. the excitement will suck me in like it always does and i'll expect the fun that never happens... it will suck like it always has. last year was great, though. it involved a trip to pittsburgh, a circus, and the aurora borealis... but, it was also the weekend that i broke up with my boyfriend, which will still make it go down in history as another shitty birthday. i finally knew that it was time for him to go when he text messaged me "happy birthday." did you get that? he. text. messaged. me.

i'm out of cigarettes, i can't remember how to write a syntax, i desperately don't want to have to walk all the way home from here. it's cold outside and my gloves don't have finger tips. i want a big plate of fucking bacon, too.

i took a bunch of pictures last night but i need them for a photography assignment. i can try and get some of them on disc and get them on here for you though, so you can see how hot i looked. i was a sex kitten, indeed. too bad this sex kitten had to go home alone. my vibrator was very sympathetic to that, though.

lately i feel like i'm waiting for something to happen. i need something to look forward to..a landmark, an event. and the thing is i have them...my birthday, my shoot in november, vacation, europe.... i'm so feisty. i need someone that can calm me down..tame me. someone who can feed off of my energy and someone i can sit still with. someone who will take some of what i have and give some of what they have and just... give me something. i'm too fucking empty right now.