ugh i look like a beast.
so so into abba. gold was the soundtrack to my wicked seventeen year old straight givin’er times. this song especially brings back a lot of nostalgic bad girl memories.
it’s weird to be in contact with people from that period in my life. really fucking weird. people you had written off entirely, never to see or be heard from again. kinda funny actually and apparently i’m a skeleton in their closet too haha oh yuppies, too easy. no contest. yes, you are all running for mayor.
gays love me because they can easily see impersonating me in drag. we all require personal heroes, no?
my aunt came by for a visit and shared some pasta with me. it was sweet.
clem picked her up. literally.
everyone at work is super acrobatic. it’s one of the skills required to work there actually. teppei can jump onto the bar from a standing position. nucking futs! he has like, a twelve pack. clem asked what i would do if i had a boyfriend with abs like that. i’d lock him in a cage.
exact moment in time coworker and a ‘mo admit to my overall hotness, don’t fight it guys. also i left my vibrator ahem, massager, at work for the crabby people.
ahh man what a write off day now that friday is out of the way (the give it harder night) we can commence with friday’s second chance classically known as saturday.
note to self remind teppei how serious we are about starting the reverse plastic ono band, i’m john, he’ll be yoko.
thanks to last nite i had to push my meeting with secret (book) agent man to tomorrow. it’s ok he knows how much of a
stoner (loser) HARD WORKING CONTRIBUTING MEMBER OF SOCIETY i am. isn’t it his job to be pushing me? yeah i think it is let me look over that contract again.