2001-11-11 + 9:42 p.m.

Sometimes getting candy you remembered liking as a kid is a bad idea. Bubble Tape is really gross. It's like a sweeter version of the gum you got with Topps baseball cards.

So Beth came over and did research as I cleaned the apartment. Then we went grocery shopping and I made a bitch load of nachos. I didn't have to work. I feel like I'm cheating.

I dug up some old VC Andrews books and I started reading them over again. Those like bubble tape suck as well. It's like Gee how long until relatives fuck.

I need to go dancing. I was listening to a Slackers CD and I really wanted to get all cute and go dancing in some smokey dark club.

Last night I went to a late Halloween party and I dressed like a total slut with huge platform heels and fishnets. I had on this hip length coat which covered my outfit. After I left the party we went to Rocky Horror and while waiting for the movie I felt very Edina and Patsy.

We were in the middle of this artsy opening and everyone there is decked out in black and beige and in we prance, drunk and wearing tons of makeup. Rocky was playing in the next theater. I was holding a giant popcorn and I wasn't steady on my feet. The only thing I could say was "It's Lacroix." Ab/Fab fans will get that one.

Then we went to the diner and got stared at by these church ladies and these jocks. Ok yes my bra hung out and I was sitting there like a dark haired Courtney Love but Jesus.

I hate going out dressed up. It makes me feel 15 again.

<< - >>