wait for fil’s wink

2am menstrual self-portrait

i’m going to the dentist tomorrow, i never said i was going to put it off, yesterday was hell with my mouth, fil’s mom gave me some orajel holy i just did ten bumps yeah.

we were not allowed to bring cameras to the velvet revolver show, too bad. when i walked in my eyes bugged out a mile, SLASH! SCOTT! MENTAL!!! and all the funnies with their long hairs and groupie sluts it was heaven. so good. so good.

we were going to go to the bovine cos there was an after-party or supposedly but halfway to radmad‘s car a moment of clarity overcame us and we asked ourselves if we were possibly that lame. i wanted to do blow with slash cos of my sore mouth.

we went home and watched ramsay’s kitchen, oh the sonnets i have composed in my head again and again for chef ramsay. what’s with the crazy scar on his chin? anyone?

i dreamt i was wearing red suspenders i think i might have to go and buy some soon. stupid dream.

remember when i dreamed about pepsi and then i bought some? of course you do cos you think about me all the time.