Sweaty Mercury

soo tanned right now.

went to the annex wreckroom with alicia, hayley, and nina last nite for like 40 minutes after being cut from work holy crap does that place ever suck. like, take the most asinine geeky ridiculous not getting it people ever stick ‘em in a room with shitty music and BAM, what the hell is going on? had to fight a weirdo for two seconds of stripper pole picture posing relax guy NOBODY is looking at you dance on that thing, no one wants to see your junked out crush fucked hand slippy seductive sensual disgustingly sweaty mating dance. stop it right now. then i climbed the thing and everyone realised the game had been brought and then they all thought they were as acrobatic and nimble as i. not so. some near face plants almost occurred.

as always though i had a hell of a time being the best dancer in the room. of course. hip hop dance party soon alicia san.

i realised i don’t ever go out out so when i’m in a new scene i’m all bug-eyed taking in my surroundings like this is what a friday nite is like, i’m typically working. oh fuck i have so much to do today i have to get faux flowers and make nipple pasties out of them and matching bottoms. reconstruct (deconstruct?) a hippie dress. maybe find new shoes cos those pieces of shit one of the straps of is about to blast off. fuck. ok see you next century. yesterday ruled. whatever i don’t have time to blog you can lurk on my flickr or as always i light it up pretty frequently on twitter.

one show a nite guys, autographs in the lobby. xo amigettes.