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today the glitterbomber is... |
2002-02-25 it's monday once more, it seems. this weekend passed by in a flash, as my weekends usually do. friday night was highly entertaining. kori's surprise party was at a club i hate, so the only reason i wanted to go was to wish her a happy birthday. the free admission was only until 9 pm, and it was past 8.30 by the time amy b and i got down there. we couldn't find a parking spot and got lost at one point, ending up at the heinz factory, so i said the hell with it, and we headed to will's party. despite my annoyance at certain ex-friends showing up with their ultra-annoying boyfriends, my almost punching steve in the face for being an idiot, and my going into witdrawal from my medication and getting nausea and the shakes, i had a great time. i met a cute graphic designer and his brother. they carry vodka and have a tattoo gun. katrina said that they are my kind of boys, and i have to admit that she's right. as much as i think it would be nice to date a grown-up-type boy with a responsible job and all of that, i am still drawn to boys who put name stickers on their things. i think will had a good time, too. he got a half stick of dynamite for a present. bridesmaid dress shopping wasn't traumatic, thank god. michelle and i went to a tiny tiny shop that didn't have much selection, so that cut things down. michelle's only preference was the color (a pretty light, smoky blue), and she wanted me to pick out the dress style. i think i got good ones. they're two-piece...a long, full skirt, with a sleeveless top with a higher scoop neck (good for hiding one or two of my tattoos, anyway). the top hits the hip and has a thin line of pretty beadwork around the waist. on sunday, amy b and i entered the world of grown-ups. we went furniture shopping in a store that was not ikea. it's funny how the whole attitude of a salesperson can change when they realize that you're not a kid and that you actually have money. (we're taking about amy b here, of course. i am destitute.) i am pissed yet again at my father. he's giving my old car (i still own it) to my stepmother's brother's family. the same family that my sister and i nicknamed the flanderses (of simpsons fame). i'd rather trade that car for a pack of gum than those morons get it. i'm not even getting any money for it. there's not really much i can do about it, i guess. the only consolation i have is the mental image of one of their perfect, goody-goody children driving a car with stickers saying "kmfdm" and "i slow down for no one." *** quotes of the day: "it feels like being shocked through your penis." -steve "i am the traffic stalin." -amy b *** surprised?
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