Night.

I'm having one of those nights. The ones where you feel like you are trapped in your own personal prison, it's just you and your thoughts, and they are taking up all of the space. I'm having one of those nights where I just started walking, I didn't know where I was going, but I needed to go, somewhere, anywhere besides here, with all of these damn thoughts. But of course they followed me, I walked faster and so did they, I listened to music and they weaseled their way into the lyrics, I listened to the murmur of the city and they whispered with it, so eventually I gave up, turned around and walked home with them hand in hand. So here I am, with the thoughts looking over my shoulder as I type, pouring me glass after glass of cheap wine and lighting my cigarettes. Sometimes I wish the daylight would just last forever, keeping me distracted with monotonous mind numbing tasks and people. As soon as that sun goes down, just like clockwork, I get this tense feeling in my stomach, because I know who's gonna come a knockin in a few hours, that a-hole, thoughts. Sometimes he brings his BFF with him, emotions. Those two get wasted and fight in my head till all hours. I always know it's trouble when I open the door and see them leaning on the frame with a gallon of Cuervo Gold and a cursive cd. Usually I try to avoid there house call by drowning them out with all kinds of ridiculous gallivanting and trouble making, but sometimes, they show up early, already drunk, rowdy and ready to rumble. Well you know what E & T? So am I. Bring it, I've got an extensive collection of appropriate music for the occasion and I don't have to get up early, not to mention I've been meaning to get some self loathing time in. Sometimes you need to put yourself in check, just to remember what and more specifically, WHO, is important. It's like rebooting your computer. You know, when all your applications are all slow and mucky or aren't even responding at all, refresh, renew, fucking reboot.

I miss you.

no, your the evilest!

So I was at my goodiest friend's Patrick and Tony's studio the other night, whooping it up with some other pals when Patrick and I found some neat homicidal maniac gloves to play with. After looking at the photos we both concurred that the devil might be lurking inside both of us, more so him then me. Take a look.

Weezy and Stacy

Dude I be lovin the new weezy album, that shit is off the chain son! But what I love even more is how fucking awesome this dude looks, so gangsta, kinda makes me wanna get my eyelids tattooed and grow some heeeeer so I can get that shit braided. I'm gonna work on gettin this dude to collaborate.. A girl can dream, right?

Blow the eff up or die tryin.

CHECK THIS SHIT OUT SON. <----- Click on this shit, BOOOW! Wish ya'll suckas could make it today, wish me luck god damnit.

See this movie.

The first time I tried to see this movie I was killin sometime at Barnes and Noble in union square waitin for ma man and I ran into a dude who I went on one date with, never called him again, awkward.. Even more awkward was the fact that he was doing the same exact thing as me, except for the boyfriend part, I guess I don't really know if he swings both ways but.. So then my duder calls and says we aren't gonna make the movie, phew, weirdness avoided.. Or so I thought. Finally went to see it last night and some peeps that are friends with the people him and I used to date sat right behind us.. Uh oh. See no one really knows we are together.. Trying to avoid that whole dramatic I dated your friend, you dated my friend, now your dating each other, you shouldn't do that bullshit. ah well, besides being completely conscious of them sitting behind us the whole time, the movie was rad, but who could expect any less from the wonderfully weird Cohen brothers? They wrote Brad Pitt's part specifically for him and weren't going to do the movie unless he excepted, and let me tell you, he is fucking hilarious. Go see this shit, like tonight, especially you Tucker, you need a little funny right now. Chin up Charlie.

Follow the theme.

So my good friend over at extremeash.blogspot.com inspired me to take the lazy, I have been staring at this damn screen for too long, approach to blogging. I think this might be the way of the future, I mean after all isn't that what our society has become anyways? Nobody has time, not even to put chips in a baggie rather then using a bunch of extra packaging so we don't have to waste those precious seconds, I could rattle off a bunch of other prime examples, but like I said, I am a lazy bitch. So here is my list.

Shitty Music.
Shitty clubs.
Shitty men.
Shitty drinks.
Missing friends.
Missing love.
Missing tum rup thai.
Loving the weather.
Loving the movie Penelope.
Loving myself.
Hating myself.
Hating people.
hating on.
Regretting leaving someone.
Regretting not leaving someone.
Regretting cutting my hair.
Liking 90210.
Liking food delivery.
Liking Jaritto's, the mandarin flavor.

So that about sums it up. I'm gonna call up the chinese guy who works at the mexican joint to fire me up some french fries and a burrito, watch 90210 and go spin at a party that originally excited me and now I don't even want to attend.

Some summer.

I'm not going to explain anything about any of this. Why? Cause I'm a huge lazy bitch, that's all. I'm tired and a big fat ass bitch. Nuf said.