bullshit
Wow.
Fuck.
I think I said 'FUCK!' on its on more times tonight than should be possible.
Drinking doesn't do much for my character.
Pot makes me hate myself and hate everything I'm about.
Booze makes me love myself and makes me cocky as fuck.
But lets start with Wednesday.
Wednesday was okay.
I drank mostly by myself, well.. I was on the phone.
Basic principle, I was by myself.
I decided to visit Rob at the Rock Gardens and ended up spending quite a while there.
Rob is like a vacation from my house without having to go anywheres.
My roommates suck, but its easy to see if you read this thing.
Reflections was alright.
I yelled at Scribbler quite a bit, I don't think they mind.
Bearly's was a bit of a downer.
Savannah came, but Mimi wouldn't let her sing.
I managed to get Jen and myself in though.
After Bearly's I split a gut buster with Stephen.
He isn't the person I intended on splitting my first gut buster with, but it worked.
I ended up taking most of it home, the un-cooked-ness of it all didn't help much.
Julia called me at 12 in the afternoon the day after.
We went for lunch at the Vienna and decided to declare today' freedom day'.
She said she felt, free around me or something along those lines.
Which I can see, since my life is just one big freedom.
I guess that doesn't make me very responsible for anything.
I just do what I want when I want to, but is that really a good thing?
It was a fun day none-the-less.
We spent some time working around the North End.
Sort of checking things out, taking our time, walking in the gorgeous weather.
Julia purchased a sailor hat at the Army Surplus.
She looks pretty fucking BADASS in it.
We went to Frenchy's for a bit.
We went to Heather's for a bit.
I went to visit Derrick for a bit.
It was a day of catch up and seeing people I normally don't see.
Freedom day was definitely a success.
Julia and I proceeded to drink the night away at her house.
She made my hair look awesome.
Stephen invited us over to watch a Western with himself and Godwin.
After the movie finished we headed down to the Khyber.
Enter me being a douchebag here.
I told people some really ridiculous shit.
None of my fucking business type shit.
Since when did I decide that its my place to get involved with shit?
At the time I didn't care, but after the fact, once I got home.
What?
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK
I have to cut down on booze, or learn to be civil.
Civil won't work because I just don't get it.
PEOPLE RUNNING CIRCLES IN MY BRAIN.
Im losing my mind it seems.
Everyday I get a little less motivated and little more hermit.
I go to less shows and spend so much time here, stewing in my own bullshit.
Not so much losing my mind as slipping into bad places.
Maybe thats why I figured it was my busines spreading the Lindsay gospel.
BUT ITS NOT.
Who am I kidding?
A friend of mine also pointed out the fact that maybe I show too much of my female bits as some kind of fat chick mechanism.
I don't know if thats true, or if I don't care enough to make it be an issue.
I just like low-cut tops.
I spent 8 fucking years wearing baggy t-shirts and long skirts down to my ankles.
I'm over that, I don't want to hide behind fabric.
Maybe I do show too much but maybe I'm just making up for lost time.
If that makes me look skanky to someone I probably don't want to know them anyways.
You know?
Who cares what someone I don't know thinks?
WHO CAREEEES?
Maybe I do.
Maybe I don't.
Maybe I shouldn't post in this fucking monster when I'm drunk.
That brings me back to WHO GIVES A FUCK.
Freedom Day tells me no one gives a fuck, or I don't care if they do.
Me and Meghan made some drag queen do two encores.
It was pretty awesome and it definitely finished the night off on a good note.
Aside from the rest of this crazines that is stiring in my brain.
Once again.
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!
Fuck.
I think I said 'FUCK!' on its on more times tonight than should be possible.
Drinking doesn't do much for my character.
Pot makes me hate myself and hate everything I'm about.
Booze makes me love myself and makes me cocky as fuck.
But lets start with Wednesday.
Wednesday was okay.
I drank mostly by myself, well.. I was on the phone.
Basic principle, I was by myself.
I decided to visit Rob at the Rock Gardens and ended up spending quite a while there.
Rob is like a vacation from my house without having to go anywheres.
My roommates suck, but its easy to see if you read this thing.
Reflections was alright.
I yelled at Scribbler quite a bit, I don't think they mind.
Bearly's was a bit of a downer.
Savannah came, but Mimi wouldn't let her sing.
I managed to get Jen and myself in though.
After Bearly's I split a gut buster with Stephen.
He isn't the person I intended on splitting my first gut buster with, but it worked.
I ended up taking most of it home, the un-cooked-ness of it all didn't help much.
Julia called me at 12 in the afternoon the day after.
We went for lunch at the Vienna and decided to declare today' freedom day'.
She said she felt, free around me or something along those lines.
Which I can see, since my life is just one big freedom.
I guess that doesn't make me very responsible for anything.
I just do what I want when I want to, but is that really a good thing?
It was a fun day none-the-less.
We spent some time working around the North End.
Sort of checking things out, taking our time, walking in the gorgeous weather.
Julia purchased a sailor hat at the Army Surplus.
She looks pretty fucking BADASS in it.
We went to Frenchy's for a bit.
We went to Heather's for a bit.
I went to visit Derrick for a bit.
It was a day of catch up and seeing people I normally don't see.
Freedom day was definitely a success.
Julia and I proceeded to drink the night away at her house.
She made my hair look awesome.
Stephen invited us over to watch a Western with himself and Godwin.
After the movie finished we headed down to the Khyber.
Enter me being a douchebag here.
I told people some really ridiculous shit.
None of my fucking business type shit.
Since when did I decide that its my place to get involved with shit?
At the time I didn't care, but after the fact, once I got home.
What?
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK
I have to cut down on booze, or learn to be civil.
Civil won't work because I just don't get it.
PEOPLE RUNNING CIRCLES IN MY BRAIN.
Im losing my mind it seems.
Everyday I get a little less motivated and little more hermit.
I go to less shows and spend so much time here, stewing in my own bullshit.
Not so much losing my mind as slipping into bad places.
Maybe thats why I figured it was my busines spreading the Lindsay gospel.
BUT ITS NOT.
Who am I kidding?
A friend of mine also pointed out the fact that maybe I show too much of my female bits as some kind of fat chick mechanism.
I don't know if thats true, or if I don't care enough to make it be an issue.
I just like low-cut tops.
I spent 8 fucking years wearing baggy t-shirts and long skirts down to my ankles.
I'm over that, I don't want to hide behind fabric.
Maybe I do show too much but maybe I'm just making up for lost time.
If that makes me look skanky to someone I probably don't want to know them anyways.
You know?
Who cares what someone I don't know thinks?
WHO CAREEEES?
Maybe I do.
Maybe I don't.
Maybe I shouldn't post in this fucking monster when I'm drunk.
That brings me back to WHO GIVES A FUCK.
Freedom Day tells me no one gives a fuck, or I don't care if they do.
Me and Meghan made some drag queen do two encores.
It was pretty awesome and it definitely finished the night off on a good note.
Aside from the rest of this crazines that is stiring in my brain.
Once again.
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!
posted by Lindsay at 2/17/2006
3 Comments:
I think you should not care. Didn't I just finish telling you you were awesome? You should know by now that I almost never lie, and if I do it's super-obvious.
Freedom Day was a total success. I am wearing my sailor hat right now. I'm really fucking tired though, and my stomach is prompting me towards poutine for lunch, arguing with my mind who wants sushi.
I made it to class, though - rad.
Don't listen to whoever told you to cover up your "female bits", appreciate your own curves, there's too many ugly skinny little bitches out there (myself included heheh)
Take a break, take care of yourself instead of others for a change
Cat
I like showing female bits, I think I'll keep it up. Thanks for the words of encouragement ladies.
Cat you're a gorgeous skinny girl, don't you say different la tulip.
FREEDOM DAY FOR EVERY THURSDAY!
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