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me all alone with jungle rum

hi it’s the I HAVE NO FREE TIME BLOG baaaaaaaarf. if i’m lucky i’ll have a nervous breakdown soon. just as i’m all oh i love my alone time i go out again. come sunday every week i am frazzled to the bone. it’s great but all i want to do is lie down in the grass in the sun for eight hours straight until i feel smart again. i’m saving money to go away. i figure complaining about needing a city break won’t make anything fuckin’ happen so maybe i should put some of my own damn effort into it. you don’t need anybody to go away, you can just, go. so i will. done. good. deal.

elyse’s glasses.

dance is coming along great. the numbers are tightening up. show is soon. (may 16 at revival don’t forget!) saw my dad brother and aunt yesterday briefly, was nice even though i was an irritable bitch. so busy i forgot my period was baffled by why i was eating so much lately.

i won.

after rehearsal went to my favourite store in the market to therapy shop even though i went to my other favourite store first on a break to buy a shirt there. i was in a pissyish mood (zero sleep) and instead of spending the time to eat i thought well, eating will just make me more moody cos i’ll be dancing around all fat-feeling. i’d already inhaled a banana and an energy drink, some coffee and a kashi bar. i just eat and eat there is no off button. anyway, i went by the money/spending it code i invented when i was in england, it’s ok to be broke if you look good as in, while everyone is eating why not shop? their food is gone in fifteen minutes but you have a new shirt. ta-da. went to last temptation afterward to eat an omelet. then i ate again a half hour after that at the madison.

then i finally go home to collapse and rob calls cos he’s hungry. went to mezzno’s (sp?) i can’t believe i hadn’t been in there before. looks like i’m moving in. drank a ton of bailey’s, not enough actually those little spanish coffee glasses loaded with ice are impossible to drink through also when you work in a bar and have every booze bottle known to man at your grasp it’s kinda like excuse me, fill’erup. i always expect to get something for free everywhere i go cos i consider myself this walking advertisement for like, fuck, everything. also i’m pretty generous myself. rob had the shnitzel and it was pretty sad looking and tasting. i ate a banana and we filmed it. pretty vulgar. i’ve been eating lots of bananas lately and not to brag or anything but i’m pretty regular. also lots of oatmeal.

the fish are frowning. i think they’ve gone insane. i would be if i lived in a fish tank. good to look at stoned though to tom waits.

do you think if courtney love met me she’d be all stop ripping me off. rob is trying to quit smoking, don’t think popeye is gonna do the trick and to everyone who asks about all the men featured in my life on this blog no we are not boning. guy shows up in paint covered stupid looking pants with paint on his nose.

and now i must get ready as fast as possible for kamila’s going away party. manicures/pedicures done by the boys who have been secretly taking courses apparently. photoshoot by brosz7kowski and then i have to hightail it out of there for the bombay sapphire party. last year we took off with the massive novelty-sized gin bottle they used at the front door, sass brought it home. had to return it. guess they dug on that as they’ve cordially invited my ass back for more. i’ll sleep when i’m dead. ok i am a retard the bombay thing is NEXT monday. read emails properly much?

7 thoughts on “me all alone with jungle rum

  1. Are you taking city suggestions/invites for your adventure? If so, I’m going to start campaigning.

  2. Okay, then. I think you should make a trip to Minneapolis. For the following reasons.

    1. You can still rock in the house where they filmed PURPLE RAIN.
    2. Four, count ‘em, four cupcake shops.
    3. That one river that divides the entire U.S. Yeah, old man something.
    4. Sixty miles of bike trails without ever leaving the city. & I have an extra bike.

    But I’d love to know where the rest of your readers think you should adventure. Maybe a poll’s in order?

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