lost keys and broken up

So I lost my keys again. again. AGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIN. so angry. they were my SPARE KEYS. I HAVE NO WAY TO GET INTO MY HOUSE. plus marc broke up with me again and said he never wanted to be in a relationship with me. grr. basically I have no place to live and will sleep in my car tonight. Except I will drink until I'm warm enough to sleep in an igloo environment. The pics below are from when I was 19 living on Tramway and Indian School and Marc and I would walk to that dandelion park near the ditch and yes those are red shoes. I used to wear those red sneaks to college exams for good luck back before my lobotomy to get rid of superstitious areas of my brain.
This is when I decided to swim in the atlantic ocean by means of north carolina two days after Christmas. I think I was 18. it was back when i wore that hideous bathing suit to cover my perfectly thin 18 yo body. i need to time travel back and tell my baby self to wear the skimpiest corona lite bikini and be happy about it, you're only gonna get chubbier and double chinnier and facial hairier and yellow teethier so live it up. Actually I think my teeth are less yellow than they were when I was 18. But I have more wisdom teeth I refuse to get pulled cause I AM SCARED of the ANESTHESIA. it never works on me.

monday monday

Simon asked if I would go with him to atomic cantina last night to see the roman numerals and I figured it would become THAT KIND OF MONDAY. the kind where i twist my ankle, find 190 dollars and dance like a perfect zombie thriller dance and no one is there because IT'S MONDAY AND NO ONE DRINKS ON A MONDAY. someone dropped her/his beer bottle on my foot later in the night.

I hadn't washed my hair in over 30 hours so i put it up in a greasy pony tail and made it pass for the runway model pony. We had a slip sloppy walk over the bridge cause of the ice and when we got there the roman nums were just finishing their shots and got on stage.
oh yeah, also marc mysteriously got an hbo channel this weekend so i'll watch hbo all day tomorrow and cry about it later from my tv headache.Below are the roman numerals. there were two singers, one played guitar and had a double chin but he was the better singer and the other had like shaggy irish poet look and played bass, cute dancer. They put their KEYBOARDIST up front!!! Cool. And the drummer was awesome. He kept those other guys MAJORLY IN CHECK. He let the handsome keyboardist think he was in charge, but NO NO. You could tell who el presidente real was. After every song he leaned back and put his hands behind his head in that big dick way EXCEPT he was wearing elvis costello glasses and a girl SCARF?! cool.Simon went up to double chin better singer at the bar where he was obviously trying to pick up a girl and introduced himself as 'the guy you talked to on the phone' . Double chin thought simey was in a ........... BAND!!!! aaaaaaaahahahahahah! then some girl told me her whole life story in the g bathroom and i fell in love with the sound engineer guy cause of el BUSHY BEARD. oh yeah, why does atomic buy their pabst in 6-pack increments? talk about inefficient.

Then on the walk home, simon told me an urgent story about 888 snakes who live in a guy's house and 300 of them were poisonous and the coppers found his body completely dead from 1 single toxic snake bite and so my reaction was like 'uh huh' because i thought about how many toxic snakes there are in west virginia. I mean, the snakers were probably living in his back yard too.

the blakes and an empty room

I'm so fucking frrrrrustrated. grr. my computey is having a stomach ache and I can't upload any photos from the last nights. Scratch that. I can upload photos but it takes me 5 hours to do it. I like that picture of me from the Blakes night, it looks like I'm saying 'please, officer, i won't speed ever again. pout. waaaaah.' oh yeah, stephy got pulled over on her way to launchpad that night too. black nail polish. black eyelashes. tecate and whiskey. marc and i got in 2 fights before the music even BEGAN so I only took bad photos of him ALL night. There were only 15 people at LAUNCHPAD that night and i almost did 15 cartwheels upstairs downstairs front to back because there was THAT MUCH ROOM.
The 2nd band were the MAGIC BULLETS. There's a picture of them ABOVE but I didn't take it, I found it for free on the internet so there. I sat by the guy with the glasses at the bar and he acted like a weiner. I smiled at him (with RED LIPSTICK!) and he gave me some pale Slavic grunt. Actually these guys are from San Fran and I liked watching them sing and dance and play keyboards. The Blakes were ok, I was drinking too much and acted the fool so I didn't really listen to them. I think I was skipping to and from the bathroom but no one kicked me in the shins so all was well. oh. and the photo below is the Dirty Novels. Simon and I couldn't stop staring at the gorgeous singer. but you knew that. tight purple girl pants. black heel boots. chain necklaces. no chest hair but i didn't hold it against him. I might next time though.
I'm becoming sad and grumpy because the documentary I'm watching, Drug Years, is on the worst pissy ding dong years EVERRRRRR. grr. They should have just done a 5 hour doc on the 60s and 70s instead of depressing say no to drugs and legislation 80s goody 2shoes thingy. I'm gonna go draw an acid trip on my face. will try to post the rest of my FOTOS later.

back in albuquerque, out of san fran

Yessssss! I was willing someone to call me tonight to see a band downtown and it happened. Thank you, SIMEY. Plus it's a 21+ show. Plus plus I just bought scotch at Trader Joe's. We're gonna see The Blakes. They're a three man band and two of em are bros so there. I think I have a dirty scratched cd in my car with The Blakes on it so I'll probably just bring it to the show and have them sign it so I can flirt with singers and guitarys and drummers. I'm either gonna wear my short black dress with raccoon eyes or cazzh girl jeans with grey shirt and like 1 pound of red lipstick.

I missed my kitty catties while out of state so we had a prom and I slow danced with all of them. I think it was the night Marc and I watched 8 hours of Anthony Bourdain: No Reservations or 8 hours of Miami Ink. Bourdain is like that guy who gets out of lung cancer, skin cancer, liver disease, gingivitis and still acts grateful for NO ONE. aaaaand finaaaaaaly, i found my red lipstick. 7 out of 35 places I kissed are non washable and have red stain FOREVER! Good luck searching for them Marc! aaaaahahahahahh!