Got sassy in the artsy parts of Reno.
Late night Rambles.
1. I have a theory that Paul Baribeau and Merchant Ships are part of an illuminati plot that spans from Nevada to Florida, I have evidence to back this up, (Right heidi?)
2. Drugs are shitty, they are bad for you and will fuck up your life. Don’t do them. Enough hard drugs lead to nothing but a bunch of terrible embarrassing moments and enough burned bridges to last a lifetime.
3. If the Avengers movie is bad I do not know how I am going to cope, I’ve been through 3 exes and 4 flings waiting for this movie to be made, I have covered myself in tattoos and gone through 3 jobs in the time it took for this movie to be made. Sweet Jesus do not suck.
4. I’m reaching the age where dying my hair black is being desperate, instead of edgy.
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
The Lord of The Ring & His Fascist Time Keepers-Des ark.
“Never met a chase that I could not catch”
Boots covered in beer.
Watched a Rockabilly get his girl stolen from him by an 87 year old wino, Free drinks from the only scene kid left alive. Sneaking into bars made me feel edgy and cool and possibly even hip. Thug life.
What I miss about my Summer in Reno.
1. Casual sex during Green Lantern when we both agreed the movie sucked.
2. Casual sex during Harry Potter because we were both too fucking sad about Snape.
3. Staying up until 5am talking about books.
4. Spending the following two days naked in my house reading comics and eating cold pizza.
5. Watching hip kids at hip bars instantly look for a hip girl to impress as soon as “Where is my mind?” started playing.
6. Drunken slow dances on top of the Cal-Neva.
