Also good one teeth for shrinking or some shit (bone loss?? ok, so maybe i should ingest something dairy instead of whiskey) and making me have to get needles in my gums.
And lastly, good one ME for not getting to the dentist in 3 years. STUPID BITCH.
My irrational and extreme fear of needles, yeah, that should be good, lordy. It might be time for a temporary perscrip of Valium and my teddy bear.
This is probably what I looked like the last time I got my teethies cleaned:
aka, a long time ago in college! Look! I'm blonde! Milady had these pics developed from like, freshman year of college, so I was about 18 here. Wow. I looked pudgy...Pretty sure I'm looking at a Church album there too, OF COURSE.
Alright, so I just quoted the late nineties stupid ass pop band Len! Guess what! I have that song on my "Bunnygrrrl <3s Spring!" playlist, and I still like it so buzz off ya haters. But so anyway, WOW it's really amazing what a little sun will do. I'm a Spring baby, so I grew up at the beach, outside playing softball, soccer, riding horses, and generally sun worshipping. I mean, this is until I hauled ass to NYC in the fall of 2001. Ever since then well let's just say I haven't been quite as healthy and happy and all frolicky and shit. I mean, to an extent, of course, I will always want to run around and be nuts, but most of the time now it's at night, and the weather in NYC, GODDAMN it sucks. Jesus holy christburger! Last Sunday I waded 3 blocks from my fucked up 2 hr subway ride (after 10 hours of shitty retail work), to my apt. I was soaked through to my skivvies, WITH and umbrella even, with fucking monsoon wind and rain, crying like a goddamn baby until I made it home. It was really ugly. Then it continued to be rainy and cold this whole week. It was really fucking with my internal clock and shit, I mean, after my birthday, sure you have some icky spring showers and shit, but really, I'm naturally ready for spring. I was hauling my ass to work everyday in this miserable weather and it was really making me feel like I couldn't take it anymore. I was hanging out by myself and just sleeping a lot. And I lost my iPod in drunken foolishness, and that is a MAJOR fucking deal for me. I cannot brave the NYC subways without music, oh man, it's not even an option. BUT today, I have my day off, and the sun has busted out and it's beautiful and I feel like singing and smiling and shit! I got some iced coffee and I'm even going to buy a new gorge pink iPod nano!! Yayyyy!!! I don't even care I have to go to the dentist for the first time in 3 years tomorrow! I'm a ball of happy fun giggles! I'm going to shop for Mommy's Day today too, because I fucked up my Mom's birthday and she deserves better than that. You can imagine the kind of daughter I am..I mean well, I have a great relationship with her, but when it comes to dates and occasions and gifts, I'm a fucking retard. Anyway, all I care about is how great I feel with this fucking sunshine. The only other thing that kept me from throwing myself on the G train tracks was this: MY FAVORITE SHOW IN THE ENTIRE WORLD. FUCKITY HELL.
MY FAVORITE: New York: " You're all a bunch of catty ass bitches!"
I'm sorry, I know this shit is basically the lowest form of entertainment. I hate that I love it, I really do, but GODDAMN those bitches are funny. Don't judge me.
I haven't written anything in a long ass time, but who really cares eh? I will say however I GOT that Echo t-shirt, and rock it regularly. Also, I turned a year older in the basement of Lit, and will never remember any of it. I'm pretty sure I'm heading to alcy-holic land, for real. But let's not get mad serious up in here. I got a brand spanking wonderful pretty new iMac and I love her, as she has been named, iBunny. Yes. I am lame. So anyway, I decided on Friday to, instead of going to see one of my fave NYC bands but rather take a chance on some guy I thought was kinda cute that I met at my fave bar. He apparently is a regular at my fave bar also, and he was funny so I was like hey, I ain't got nothing to lose right? Well, he stood me up (noooo, really?? I cuckoo who I met when he was drinking at a bar by himself, writing?! UH DUH, I know I'm stupid, really) and left me in a bar in Williamsburg @ 2 AM pissed, a little hurt, and knocking back Patron shots cos I really didn't give a fuck anymore. AND I had the apt to myself for a few days cos wifeys gone..and noone new to come hang out. Ahhh, men. I keep on givin' em the benefit of the doubt and they continue to prove me wrong, god LOVE 'EM. So when people ask me why I never seem to be with anyone, I have a veritable wealth of shittymen stories at my disposal. But I mean really, whatev. The point of the story is I missed THIS
I reeeeally like that song and I can't wait for Benzos' new album, heyyy-ayy. And as for men, if you see me in some LES bar and I seem a lil drunk..leave me the fuck alone aiiiii'ght.
**UPDATE on the Update: A couple days later, last night this is, at 12:25 PM, he texts me, " Still mad?"........ ....... HONESTLY. Who are these guys?!
