thanks everyone for the tooth advice horror stories i am never ever writing about teeth again next time i will blog about elbows and you will all have elbow advice, ha.

i have a lot and nothing to share, a lot of nothing, shit like I SAW THIS and THEY DID THAT etc. the bartender at neutral is a DICK or acts like one, he threw my money down after i paid like he was angelina jolie in gone in sixty seconds COOL STORY BARTENDER. hi i work in a basement dive, mediocre coolness basement bar and to wrap this cliche up full-circle i’m going to treat you like garbage day.

not cool.

i played megatouch alone in the corner while fil took pictures of this band love kills, anyway, the megatouch machine had 135 credits already in it, busted mayhaps?

i was still annoyed about the rudeness so i was posturing all hunter s. thompson with my jack daniels crouched in front of the machine and i could see through my hair over my face dude checking me out and maybe regretting being a dick.

doubt it, dicks who are dicks spend years refining themselves.

then we went to grossman’s to have our spirits crushed some more, holy shit, that place is usually SCENE but last nite it was heart-breaking, everyone hunched over asleep in their chairs, pints before them, their pictures as ‘regulars’ on the walls.

my fucking mouth is in a world of pain.

and no, anonymous person i am not pregnant, everytime i wear a peasant shirt or something that makes my body look retarded, someone says i am pregnant and it makes me kinda furious, do you go up to other skinny bitches who have a tiny paunch and ask if they are pregnant? holy rude. like i need that shit right now.

and to the dude who said my bathingsuit is “not so much” – you can die, slowly, and burn.

i fucking hate you all right now, because you have the privilege of telling me your opinions about me and my life doesn’t mean you should, i think i’m going to remove comments for awhile.

and yes i am on my period.