Monday, October 26, 2009

Fuck the jazz club.

The Toasters are playing in Brooklyn on my birthday! Tweleve dollars. Not sixty.

So far I have only found one person here who knows what ska music is. I find this to be extremely sad. But I dont really care if I only bring one person, because its the fucking Toasters. Their merch guy gives me free things because I have big boobs. Yeah free stuff! Depending on when they close out we may still go to the afterparty. I find it extremely convenient that my birthday comes on a Friday this year, and my first class on Monday dosnt start till tweleve thirty. We're considering making an entire weekend out of this.

Ive seriously had enough of the bullshit they call internet around here. Cassidy and I are definately getting our own this week. Its getting ridiculous. If more than three people sign on, it freezes and disables all other connectivity. Imma smack it. Fo sho.

Taylor got promoted today, and Im so proud of him. Hes only been working there since July, and hes already in the position directly under assistant manager. Bypassed everyone else, cause they suck at their jobs. Alot.

I have a ridiculous amount of shit to memorize by tomorrow. And not even songs or something like that. Things like:
The gloom of the sea and the gloom of the sky
Sat brooding over all
The seagulls knew and downward flew
Swooping with muted call
I know its to true that cows say moo
And owls in trees tu-whit tu-woo
And cats to kittens fondly mew
So now I want to ask of you
How hedgehogs speak, thats if they do.

Seriously. What the hell is that? I guess I already memorized that one since I just typed it, but still. I swear the lady that worte this book is on crack. She smokes as much crack as humanly possible, and then sits down and write speaking books. Its stupid. And I hate that class so much.

Fin.

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Hurrah for starbursts.

Today: I returned an ugly ass pair of rainboots because I found a much cuter pair. I bought the foundation that Sarah Jessica Parker wore in the Sex and the City movie, which I didnt need, but it looks really great. I got a lace bustier top to wear on my birthday this Friday. Its a size medium, which fits my body but not my stupid tits. So I ordered a large on the internet because the store employees swore it would get here in time. And if it dosnt, I'll just wear the medium and struggle to breathe most of the night. Its okay, Im used to that. I bought Johnny some surprises which Im gonna mail tomorrow. And I got some milk. Oh! and two boxes of ONLY RED starbursts. Best fucking invention ever. I love red starburst, and hate the rest of them. Then I picked up milk on the way home. Eventful, I know.

Cassidy is acting crazy. Shes so freaking hyper its hysterical.

Friday I think I wanna go to a jazz club. I think that would be a fairly badass birthday spot. Free drinks. But Im having a hard time finding one that dosnt have a $60 cover. Im poor, if Im gonna spend $60 its not gonna be to walk through a door. Someone was telling me though that I should go the NYC Afterparty. Apparently its an underground without a cover where all the broadway locals coverge and open. Sounds fun to me. Im really tired today and am seriously sounding stupid when I type because I cant think of anything to say. Go me.

The end.

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Why the fuck.

Is the doorman never at the fucking door? His job title is DOOR MAN. That means he mans the motherfucking door. Every single time I come home, hes not there. Which would not that big of a deal, if it werent for the fact that he leaves the goddamn door open. OPEN. There is no reason for it to be open. Its warm tonight. It is the exact same temperature outside as it is in. We all have keys for a reason, yet he finds it necessary to meander off at all hours of the day and let whoever the hell walks off the street come right in. But you know who never does come in? The FedEx guy. He NEVER comes in the open fucking door. He just marks my package as undeliverable. I dont see why he cant just leave it on the desk.

Im really really sick tonight. Im gonna kill the doorman.

You asked for it.

I did it. Now I dont have to write the same thing to tons of people everyday. Enjoy.