Things that have been occupying my time and distracting me from the real issues which would other wise drive me to bad poetry if I chose to dwell on them:
The PRL got me in to the Garbage show to which I took Miss Valium instead of The 21 Year Old.
I finally got my Nintendo DS and spent 24 hours playing “Feel The Magic” and picot-chatting messages to myself.
Shopping spree at (gasp) Hot Topic because there were cute things on sale and a cute counter boy that hopefully works on commission and made enough money off my sale to ask me out on a date.
New Living Dead Dolls including one with a removable brain!
Adult show at Empty Bottle who sound more like early Siouxsie live than any of their own records. (FYI: They refused to play any of their old songs and taunted me by actually announcing they won’t be playing any old songs.)
80’s night at Neo for Miss Valium’s birthday where I danced with real life queers and got a face kiss from DJ Puzzle before he got all mad and bent out of shape because I called him retarded and refused to believe I meant it as a term of endearment which I actually did.
Losing both my personal and work cell phones while out drunk (if any of you tried to call me and found the numbers disconnected, now you know why)
The Faint / Bright Eyes show which was half fun and half depressing. (take a wild guess which was which)
Watching my first ex-boyfriend in a scene with Darryl Hannah in a real honest-to-goodness movie.
Lots of new concert tee-shirts, buttons and other merch-booth crap to help me declare my allegiance to all things that go bleep-blip-bleep with sweet synthy goodness.
Two solid weeks of drinking and shameless whoring without once forgetting to guzzle gallons of water and Excedrin before hitting the sack (or floor, couch, gutter, etc.) and NO HANGOVERS!
America’s Next Top Model Season One on DVD and my Tyra Banks marathon Saturday in my underwear. ( Elyse! I fucking LOVE Elyse!)
Discovery of deleted Desperate Housewives scenes every Monday on Good Morning America.
Oprah talking about her poop and saying how excited she gets when she makes an “S” shape and then touching real-life honest to goodness BOWELS on national t.v.