brad‘s band the evelyn room played tuesday nite at the shoe with spiral beach, brad was fantastic. his voice is folky moody otherworldly and snaps me out of my bitchy self-conscious funk.
i think spiral beach are fucking great and i take back any bitchy thing i ever said about them. best decision ever to suck it up and have that chick in the band, they be goin’ places. what a show, it’s nice to see a band having fun and they’re so young!
i got to wake up super early and spend my hangover with my annual psychical.
my previous family doctor had to drop us when she became pregnant so we switched to another rad chick whom i love and decided to stick with her, we still see the other doctor ’round the office who is a bit (ton) of a cunt, anyway, she named her daughter after me, same pronunciation and everything. hahaha.
yeeeps. there’ll be none of that for this visit thank you menses gods.
crybaby bloodwork though, they can only use the butterfly infant needle on me cos i have teeny tiny veins and i always cry, not from the pain just the frustration and exhaustion sleep-deprivation and usually the needle tech is a crab and gets super frustrated with my little veins and stabs me multiple times eventually giving up and sending me to a lab to do it all over again ‘cross town fuck. they try to be all needle cocky with me and ignore my um excuse me what gauge is that sorry too big i’m tellin’ ya TOO BIG. then when the baby needle is in it is such a relief i cry MORE and they are like seriously? are you ok? yeah yeah i’m fine doesn’t hurt at all i’m just neurotic and hung.
what a nice surprise.
awwwwwww man! i sent the rest with fil to work and the note to explain to everyone w/ possible allergies and i have been obsessively bugging him for cake updates on how much is left and who ate a piece.
we went to see rachel getting married last nite at the varsity, in the VIP room and it was empty when we got there then slowly an anxiety attack began to surface, i took half a chill pill, waited, then more people arrived and their talking set me off before i thought i could keep it down with shallow breathing and staring at the movie magazine but then four girls nite out chicks come in and held a town meeting right in front of us, took another half pill and waited it out in the VIP ‘loo for a bit. it didn’t help that i chose to wear my old man boots that are essentially OVENS, when panicky the first thing you want to do is rip off your entire wardrobe and just sit under a fan – nearing the end of summer there were so many adorable outfits i had to pass on cos of my anxiety, stupid man. ok so i waited for the movie to start then i went back in and sat stock still with my hands in my armpits super tense while fil poured his fireball whiskey into his coke, i couldn’t even take a sip of my sprite til the movie was halfway through, and the chill pills kicked in, then i topped up my drink with some FBW and all was fine. seeing a movie starring a fresh out of rehab character who is probably bipolar and flies off the handle at the drop of a hat during an anxiety attack is certainly a feat oh man. hathaway was amazing it is a great movie, v realistic, funny moments, sad moments, dramatic moments. i recommend. oh and as per my attack, i’ve deduced that any sort of stress i incur is the trigger, so i just have to learn to not hyper-obsess over stressful things on my plate, ha yeah right. guh.
the view from my anxiety attack.
one more thing, my buddy chris is a music guy and he does these mixtape things and the latest is here. they’re really good.
