Update

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?"........
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HONESTLY. Who are these guys?!