nuttso insomnia dream number 3 that happened to creep into my hourandahalf of sleep...

everyone was a zombie and we ran to hx's house and i had to shoot all my friends in the head so i wouldn't be zombied but then in the end i pussied out because i didn't want to live in a zombie world running for my life until forever because my defense moves don't compare to alice from resident evil, even when visions of sugarplums dance in my head, so i shot myself as the room was filled with the undead eating my innards.



le sigh...

how long til i'm normal? never? okay.

also, i totally didn't mean to turn you down upon boobie-touch last night. i was just trying to muster up the balls to say that i read what you said and appreciated it for what you said and meant... and yeah... can we still have make-up sex?

((awkward))

wow... we're both lame-o5000.

also, i love this song... and not just because it's about zombies... but totally because it's about zombies...

((what's in your head?))

i don't know much about george a. romero but jesus balls, ANOTHER zombie movie?!? ((okay, so i'll still see it))

travis and i drove to deep ellum to watch miles rock the fuck out at the curtain club tonight. crashsight = ridiculously awesome. i love their music and their onstage performance is awesomely energetic. adverbs are our friends.

abby and justin were no-shows. claim money. whatever.

also playing was industry6. musically descent. onstage presence was definitely lacking. energy scored about a -3.



zombies. yes, zombies.

between bands travesty and i ordered a couple beers. some dude named clint or glen pulls me over and asks if t-funk is my boyfriend. i say no. he buys me a drink. i'm okay with this. i don't manipulate people into buying me drinks. however, i don't argue. that would be impolite.

we talk for a bit and travis starts watching industry6. however, he has moved to just outside of "get me the fuck out of here" range. mistake #1, baller. however, later he tells me that he's going to buy me another beer. i turn around and order and then he invites me over to his place after the show. i told him no because i was driving travis home also. luckily at this point it becomes slightly less awkward because he came back to stand by me. then clint/glen gets mad and refuses to pay for the beer because i won't sleep with him.

boys: do not let this happen. ever. this is grounds for revokation of baller-status.

that is all.

also, finch's album say hello to sunshine = double baller status.

adventures of the socially awkward shopping by themselves:

as i'm checking out my ass in the target dressing rooms i get a phone call from dude. his "cousin" smoked out last night and has a drug test in 3 hours and is wondering what to do. i say dialysis and diuretics. apparently i'm the only one who thinks i'm funny.

also apparently the word minnesotan is not phonetic. kill babies.

as i'm standing near the hamburger helper section later completely zoned out thinking about zombies i am approached by this dude that i don't remember ever seeing or meeting. but i think he might be the dude in the pictures i found on my camera after some drunken night of him passed out in his underwear. no clue where these pictures were taken or who else is in the pictures. except me.

but dude approaches me and remembers my name and is all "yeah, that was some crazy night..."

we are not friends. do not approach me in public.

awkward.