FIRST DAY O SPRING/Hiss your fit

I'm going to use David Lee Roth as my transgender-inspiration. Doesn't every man want to be David Lee Roth? Clearly.


NXNE= great time. Rammer killed. HOTSHOTROBOT were not in the gazette. The editor must be still pissed about the time I stole her boyfriend. Well, she shouldn't be. I gave him back.

Lots going on. Ask me about it or something. There's no way I can coherently write about the past 5 days until I sober up a bit more.

I'll try:
Thursday= It's noon. I'm hungover from kareoke. Dire Straights. Material Girl. I meant every word. still angry. Time to go record for 6 hours. Fuck Brad's pod. Oh, this is taking forever. But this is fun! Me so tired. Must drink red bull. Edited (attempted to) 15 page paper. Drink more red bull. I'm angry. Time to go play a show? I can't do this. Ok, we're at the North End pub and I'm doing this. Having some more whiskey to do this. SO many people here. this is awesome. Good! Andrew, complete the ven diagram/=ok. Oh my boyfriend is here. No, he's not, really. I'm angry again. Brad- get me a shot of tequila. That's better. Yes, my performance was angry because I'm angry. No I'm not going to pretend to like that band. Let's go to Gus's. Gimme that cigarette. I'm on the phone with kel kel in winnipeg, outside. It's 2 am here. I just cried. I'm in Gus's. Oh nice! Dave just gave me a creme egg. Joy! I'm standing and glaring at The Grass while they perform and there's creme egg all over my fingers. Time to go. Angry. so tired. Crashhhhhhhh fighting crassssssshing making up. crashing crashing crashed.

*passed out*