i caught the barbacks show last night at the boiler room. some decent country with a great live performance. fun to watch... and the violinist is HOT! i'm not gonna lie, i was just watching her the whole time. whatever. you'd be too.

before they went on, we ran into my bff. maybe luckily, she left shortly after and i didn't have to listen to her feed me compliments because i look so nice and i have nice soft hips and a great rack. and then she got into detailed questioning about my eating habits and whether or not i've become more physically active and i got into my one word answers. no. perhaps. no. all whilst debating on whether i should tell her i went through weight-loss hypnosis or had an abortion or something drastic. that is all. can i drink now?

maybe that's how it should always be. lie, then drink. i like this game.

but then i had to work all day and am working all day tomorrow and THEN!!!!

jxnumbereightyseven's farewell party at my house! you don't have to know him. just come to my party tomorrow night. shalt be grande!

then i work all day sunday and THEN!!!!

I get to go to chicago!!!!

so basically i won't be spending any money this weekend. no more drinking or coffeeing ((sad panda, i want some jupiter hardcore)) until i see how much i spend in chicago then come home and pay all my bills. maybe that'll also help with my feeling-slightly-sickly as of late. just coughs and sniffles... but no fun.

one day i will take pictures... maybe.

hopefully this will be the most difficult task of the day...

bringing my laundry to my room.

stipulations:
it's the whites - small easily dropped socks, washcloths and unmentionables.
it's upstairs.
there are boxes on the stairs.
the roommates are home.
i'm wearing a towel.

i failed miserably.

also, come check out adam playing with the barbacks ((still funny to me)) tonight at hooligans.

sweird night.

brought cathy up to jupiter to hang out. rolled with the homies.

it will never fail that after i make plans, other people will call and try to make plans on top of previously mentioned plans. jason was on his way to hooligans. if someone calls and is going to hang out fucking next-door to where you are, you HAVE to go get a drink. plus, he's fucking cool.

then adam calls. gig with the barbacks ((hahaha)) tomorrow and saturday night. i'll try to make both.

also, homeboy is going to need to be put in his place pretty soon or we're going to have to stop hanging out all together. apparently i'm just a phase.

went to lou's with the previously mentioned homeboy. this dude approaches me and does the whole awkward head-tilt finger pointing say your name like it's a question. he has a nice shirt. i have no idea who this person is. apparently he's casey, the dude i was going to get those video games from off facebook marketplace. holy-immediately-awkward-5000! i'm already an awkward person. please don't approach me in public. if i have little to say to my friends, i have nothing to say to you. casey, you're cool, but you're not special. you are not the exception.