I’m sorry what? Hello? Yes it is all true. I am going to be doing dumb things tomorrow nite at the Hooch with Coolhandluke around eleven-thirty. i don’t even know where that place is THAT’S how fucking cool i am. I will just stand there in the background going, “aww yeh” and ” word muthafucka’ ” while he raps. RAP MUSIC!?!?! Woah, Woah, Slow down Coolio. i don’t even know if you should come. I am so having a nervous breakdown right now. Raymi freestyles? Who knew.
I hope we are as good as Gospel Troops

It’s fuckin’ raining. I hate that. It ruins everything. My outfit, my hair, my plans, my life! However, it has helped me get it on with my favourite mode of transportation – the Taxi Cab. Man, that shit steals. Fuck you, people waiting for the bus. Fuck you, people walking with umbrellas. Fuck you bicycle! I love spending money on things i don’t really need to be spending money on. And i also love bribing people with 4 dollar meals from Kos to hang out with me. Like our favourite Asshole. Now what was I going to say? Oh right, I stood in the rain for ten minutes trying to make a new voicemail greeting because the asshole said i sounded like i was dying of a heroin overdose on it. So my signal kept failing and I kept getting rained-on and my message sounded all warbly so in the end it just says, “Leave a message.”

I am also dying my hair again. It’s true. My roots are outta control. I figure the bleach blond highlights will still come thru and look somewhat cool with this red brassy color.

Oh right, i was spotted three times last nite at the chicksonspeed/peaches show. Guess how important that made me feel?