i feel guilty because i have loads of pictures that i haven’t done anything with yet and they’re so totally fantastic that when you see them inside your head you will be saying wow she invented photography or something. yesterday i moved in a bunch of my clothes and whatevers into this place, i was pretty stressed out ‘cos i was calling the apartment all day long and one of the roommates was on the fone so i finally left a message “with tone” in it and when we got there the cord of the phone in the hallway was dragged all the way into this dude’s bedroom. he had been on the phone for 8 hours straight. so i haven’t met him yet. the other people seem pretty nice.

went to the drake to see natasha alexandra, she’s total babesville.

before her set there was some comedy going on and one guy was doing all this wacky interpretive performance something or other with props and shit and he kept bouncing a basketball into the crowd and i was like dooooood if that fucker bounces that thing at me i’m going to smash my pint into my teeth. it was quite stressful.

earlier in the day went longboarding along lakeshore’s path thing by the water and fil rollerbladed and on the way back i was fucking tired and some little girls were riding their tiny pink bikes faster than i was going and i felt like a huge embarrassing failure.

in the bathroom at the drake these metrosexual bitches were talking about their clothes and one girl says to her posse hey should i roll my sleeve or not? rolled? unrolled? and she surveyed the lavatory for opinions, looked at me and my disaster of an outfit and asked the woman behind me what she should do.

p’shhhhhhhhaw.

how come every hussy with a credit card acts like they’re paris fucking hilton?

happy mother’s day and so on.