automatic drip

i’ve had “macho man” stuck in my head for days. it’s starting to get to me, i won’t lie about it. every time i turn around, i’m dancing and singing the chorus and my friends are really starting to hate me. like, more than usual. i’ve got to be a macho maaaaaan. make it stop.

umm. sleater kinney was amazing. both nights. wednesday involved a lot of katy and i wearing crinoline skirts the size of texas and wandering around downtown at two in the morning, searching for a plaid pantry. we met a lot of nice folks on drugs. one man had a shopping cart and proposed marriage. i told him gay marriage wasn’t legal and he blinked. thursday i took m.p. as a graduation geeft. we wore tiny dresses. after the show, we got stuck in this crowded stairwell and started exclaiming, “lady with a baby, coming through!” and maybe we irritated everyone we’ve ever met, i ain’t really care. i laffed. but the important part is, the music was goodgoodgood and i <3 it fo eva.

i maintain, however, that real <3's is for chumps. yeah, you know.

the usual suspects ventured to the starlight parade last night. and by starlight parade, i mean, i ended up a bit/lot intoxicated on a play structure in the park blocks with rue. there’s a huge bronze elephant down there, and it is not a climbable creature. don’t let anyone tell you differently. i’m an expert. anywhey. while m.p. and her gee eff plus liz headed to the fagclub in search of a place to pee, rue and i sat on a playstructure and drank more. we met some boys who smoked crack in front of us. they were polite. after imbibing, we headed to the fagclub and drunkdanced. i kissed two girls but i don’t think i’ll call them. i’m an asshole, tell me about it.

i met a disgusting amount of boys yesterday. and i mean disgusting. and they loved me and i really ain’t want it. i need a shirt. or a girlfriend besides the queen.
nah. those are lame.

i’ve got a final portfolio due in my writing class on tuesday and nothing to put into it. because i’m such a professional. really. i should invest in some power suits. red ones. with shoulder pads.
ew.
give me something to write about. go. now.

you’re not going fast enough.