Sunday, May 28, 2006

It was easier in December

to wear black velvet and dance for hours.
Though last night the music was spiked with extra badness (electronic ho-hum), so there was not much dancing to be done.

Eh. It was Nocturna: say hi to people, look pretty, have a drink.

Got hit on by this girl with a fuzzy raccoon shaped backpack. She told me all about her dead cats within 5 seconds of meeting me: "Francine got hit by a car. Tulip got cancer and allll her fur fell out.."
You think the guys I attract are weird, you should see the girls!

To make a long blog post less rambly and misguided, it was a good night. Saw people I'd forgotten existed outside of myspace. Kept out of trouble. Arrived home safely at 5:30am.

Now it's 10:30. Work time.
On this beaming summer day, I'll be stuck in a trendy office loft.
But it's okay. The discipline is good for me.

Oh yeah, one more thing. My hair is black now. I just don't feel like a sunny blonde anymore. I fully admit, I have a hair-changing compulsion. It's something I can drastically change at will. Something stirrs inside me and I can't relax until I cut or dye my hair. I have no hair left because of this.

Okay, enough. Gotta go.
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