3:40 p.m. - Monday, Apr. 12, 2004
The bitch be drunk
This week-end I went to a party and got so wrecked that in transition from the party to the Jupiter room (for more drinking), I weaved out into traffic, sat down in my vintage turquoise lace skirt on the dirty sidewalk with a cigarette hanging out of my mouth and laughed for no apparent reason, and did a bunch of other terribly classy things of the like, while Jules took care of my drunk ass and literally hauled it around on his shoulder. Then after I got home I sat upright in my bedroom and puked a lake of whiskey onto the floor, while Jules mopped it up with a squeegie mop. Then he took my pukey clothes off and put me into bed. Fun, huh? I am straight up glamour.
Then I studied and studied and studied. And that is what I will continue to do every day of this wretched month - save possibly thursday night, when I will most likely repeat much of the aforementioned antics at the demons claws show.
I just got my peaches tickets for may and Im so psyched.
Gotta go read. Later.
