someone should wash my dirty mouth out with soap

For those of you who would care: Mmmm...Eddie.

Where do I begin? Do I begin? Do I start from the beginning, or from now? I'm never going to get it all down. Maybe I should just transcribe from my paper journal. Baaaah, who gives a fuck, right?

( WHAT IS UP, MY BITCHES?!. )

bag lady is the new pirate

Well, didn't hang out with my friends Elaine and Miranda tonight. Elaine's Dad died today. O_O That was sudden...I didn't know what to say other than telling Miranda to tell her I'm sorry, give her a hug, and to call me when she's feeling up to it. Fuck.

So instead I kicked it with the parental units. I made red beans and rice for Dad because he mentioned liking it the other day. I made it all "experimental-style" too, no recipes, nothing. I have no idea what spices go into red beans and rice, but it doesn't really take a genius to figure it out. And guess what, ma bitches, it turned out gooooood. I am a comfort-food masta. Word.

Did I mention that I finally went to Roscoe's Chicken and Waffles before I left L.A.? I'd heard it was good, but damn...that shiz was goooood. locopuff, her boy toy, and I went there after they treated me to a drink at my favorite bar, The Cat And Fiddle. It's a neat pub with a somewhat piratey motif. Awww jeah. This was the day my transmission blew out, 2 days before moving. I was feeling mighty craptastic. So, I had purchased this fucking DAINTY, GIRLY, looks-like-a-pink-ballerina-blew-up skirt (on SALE, mind you) earlier and this OBSCENELY long, grey and dark blue striped scarf (I like stripes damn you). I decided to "bag lady" it up that evening. See, I used to create outfits out of things that people shouldn't probably wear. The idea is to make it your own. I went through an all-white phase...when I was super-goth too. I liked the contrast of wearing all white with blonde-blonde hair, black combat books, fishnets, and super-goth, classy...not trashy, makeup. Trés chic, asshole.

Anyway, we went to "boy toy's" apartment where I donned le pink skirt, striped socks, black boots, my old Cure shirt, the long scarf, some matching (though I didn't intend on it) makeup, complete with fake black "beauty mark" above my lip, a small flower that in frustration I'd yanked from a bush earlier, tucked behind my ear, and my hair up, strands falling down. It were beautfiul. I had a flannel shirt on, but I felt that stepped over the line. See, the point was not so much to "bag lady" it up, but to confuse. It's fun to confuse people. I wanted people to wonder...is she crazy? Did she MEAN to do that? Or is this a new fashion trend that I have missed out on?! GASP! The point was to step right up to the line, maybe one step away actually, but not over...to hover in the blur. I then decided that a fishnet shirt must be acquired to complete le ensemble. We hoofed it up to Hollywood Blvd. to one of those tacky-ass stores and I bought a fishnet shirt and stockings. You could only see the shirt on my arms, but it made all the difference. The idea is to be loony, not whorey, ya assfucks.

We then walked to Roscoe's Chicken and Waffles. AND ON OUR WAY, we passed the premiere for The Recruit starring none other than that Irish fucker, Colin Ferrell. spasmolytic, NOW picture me running across the street and trying to punch that bastard while wearing what I just described. Man, I passed up a chance at greatness there. Britney Spears, okay...yeah, she's hot...but WTF?

Anyway, fun was had, people were entertained and I felt better. So if I never thanked you for that evening, thank you Jenny-Jen. :D And for going to the beach with me too. I had a rockin' good time and I misses joo.

I also spoke with an old high school/grade school friend today, Dana. Awww, I used to ride her horses. And no, there's nothing dirty implied in that statement, pervs. We're going to go have dinner and catch up on Thursday. :D She's got a bit of a country twang now and it's funny. And she didn't seem to curse...though I think I brought out a few in her. But she wouldn't take ye olde Lord's name in vain. I'll work on her. Corrupting, one person at a time.

The spell-check on this entry was atrocious. I only actually misspelled one word, but there were 25-30 "suggestions". Heheheh.
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