aye papi..

I don't know if there's much worse than finding photos of your ex strewn about your phone.. in this case, I was more angry about it all. I was mad that my phone was being slow as shit, and I blamed it on the 97 photos of him in my phone that I'd been too lazy and angry to confront and delete. So rather than going to sleep, I ONE BY ONE deleted each photo, snickering a bit at my thought process with each "tap" of the delete button. It felt good to free up some of that space for some much more worthy MUSIC. He never liked music. Who doesn't like music? Seriously, you only get a pass on that if you're deaf. Whatever. Lame.

I'm up still. Went to Night Train tonight at KFN with Ash and her.. whatever that dude is to her. Met Dave there, and as soon as he walked in, Ash peaced out, and it was me and Dave at the booth.. from that point on our booth was like a god damn revolving door of hot guys that my roommates should have stayed to hit on, but I digress. Dave and I got to catch up on a lot, which is cool because I never get to talk to him one on one anymore without worrying that one of us will offend someone with our very bold opinions.. he doesn't care, I kinda do. That's just Dave though.

Isl had walked in behind Ash, dude, and I, and literally almost ran me over to get in.. he looked like someone had just killed his puppy, and he was angry and sad. That's what happens when you have to do "the meetup" with your ex to get all of your shit back. It's never pleasant. At least his isn't throwing rocks at his window.. yet. Anyway, after he set up his stuff and simmered down a bit, he came and hung out with Dave and I.. and somehow like 35 other people flocked to the booth and we had people sitting on the table, behind the table, someone's hot girlfriend in my lap.. I think if I swung both ways this would have been like a dream come true.. but I digress, again. He seemed more at ease once he was surrounded by all of his friends and shit.. Actually, come to think of it.. who the hell was djing the whole time if all of them were sitting with us for like 15 minutes? Mysterious. Oh, and to go completely off the subject once more, I finally confirmed that it was indeed Cat Power that Greg Foreman was a part of. No shit. I shazamed one of their songs once. Hooray for shazam.. and boo to Gregg for not being in Cat Power anymore. I think that's a boo. I don't know. I'm probably wrong. Whatever he wants it to be, yay or boo. Pick one Greg. You don't even read this. Nevermind. I need sleep.

Anyway, it was a quiet night. I didn't get black out drunk this time which is really a step up from last Thursday night. Had a few beers and then Mr. Jaffe walked me the whole 2.5 blocks back home just before the night ended.. and I still can't sleep. Been coughing my brains out again.. I've had this cough since early July. I know there's something seriously wrong with me.. it just keeps coming back with a vengeance. I just hope I don't get anyone else in the house sick. I guess they would've been by now though then, right?

Work later today, blah. Money has sucked so hard there lately. I'm really sick of making shitty money. I hope I get this job bartending at the penthouse club. Not my most ideal place to make drinks, but whatever. It is what it is.Saturday, dress shopping with the ladies.. because I just woke up one day and hated my entire wardrobe, so I have no dress to wear. Well, I like some of the ones I have, but I've been wearing the hell out of them lately. I just want to live in dresses forever. I hate pants so much. I put them on today for like 3 minutes and said, hell no, this isn't happening and changed immediately. Anyway, I need something tight and sassy for h&k. After all, it's kind of a fashion show of sorts, and I'm actually on display this time.. sorta.. kinda.. yeah. Anyway, Isl better come through on saving those crazy laser rings for me and the ladies. I think it's only fair that I be allowed to shoot lasers out of my fingers while dancing. I can't imagine you'd disagree. Who are you anyway? And why do I suddenly smell stale cheese curls? Holy shit, I need to go to bed.