On a quiet street where old ghosts meet

boringest way to spend a sunday, watching a warbly vhs tape from the 80s about nature in this dark cave, by yourself.

why?

oh marion, your stories are so funny because you have a ponytail and that gives you extra self confidence, magic, pure magic.

nicolai, after we hit civello to get your various hair products, can we get lube from condom shack please?

disgusting.

i wore this shirt pretty much all weekend long.

red breast vs. jameson’s.

taken just as pitt told us his brother is gonna be a dad.

fatty bombatti.

a collaboration.

pitt’s rendering of fil, cid, jeremy, chad and i. bidding is now open.

sauna in our building that’s been out of order since we moved in, i didn’t realise it was so big. fix it already!

everlasting bubbles.

the dude at las iguanas was a DICK to me sat’nite, i asked him to turn the music up (i requested ten million songs on the juke and it was whisper volume) and twenty minutes goes by, doesn’t do it (before all this we were chatting him up it was good we all got along no probs) then i ask again and he personality changes on the spot, snaps at me YOU KNOW HONEY THAT IS ON THE VERY BOTTOM OF MY LIST OF PRIORITIES RIGHT NOW! (he might even have thrown an f-word in there somewhere, can’t remember verbatim but his tone was disgusting) then everyone at the wrap around U-shaped bar goes quiet, hella awkward, and i’m telling my eyes to NOT pinprick tears out do not give that piece of shit the satisfaction (yes i am a sensitive idiot) (pitt and i were also in the middle of discussing why the one pearl jam song playing that i had requested was so signif. ie. already on my way to cryingville) i whisper to pitt and fil ok guys drink up! we do, we are all thinking the same thing like wtf just happened there? then fil snaps to life DUDE GET US OUR BILL RIGHT NOW, RIGHT FUCKING NOW! slams down twenty bones and storms out. pitt and i get the rest of the money in order, (tipped less than two bucks on a 38 dollar bill) and pitt asks me if i ever plan to go back there again, i say well i’d like to as in no don’t destroy everything in your wake on the way out ok?

i really didn’t get it, i didn’t ask in a bitchy way, i had jokey tone on, the bar wasn’t that slammed so no need for total freak out, and even if you didn’t feel like turning it up, SAY SO LIKE A NORMAL HUMAN BEING WITH MANNERS, and yes it is your priority to keep the music flowing and your custies happy.

holy shit, pitt asked what the hell is it with me and bartenders?

the last time i get, but this time, so uncalled for.

i was also wearing knee socks and that stupid flight attendant older sister with zero sex appeal dress, how can anyone yell at someone in a get-up like that? that’s like punching out a librarian.