er… “it”. heh.
in a mere couple of hours this girl is going to be rockin’ out to gavin rossdale’s newest musical endeavor. it’s gonna be so fucking awesome…i mean, i don’t know how it will sound exactly, but it’s something new. something i’ve never heard before. and he was my first major musical crush ever — if you don’t count the monkees, because i was five — and i loveded him!
in other news, this monday kicked last monday‘s ass. seriously. i’m happy, i had a fabulous weekend and spend most of it spectacularly drunk and am rounding off my evening with a concert. what more could a girl ask for? oh…well…how about an upcoming three-day weekend? aw yeah.
and, it is official, i make one lousy-ass girl. gettin’ all hooched up to partay takes some major, hardcore work, yo. and it’s so not worth it. i mean…fake nails, a wig, hoochy dress, fishnets –not “fishnests” as i apparently drunkenly type…i think, i really, really don’t remember ever touching my computer when we got home — shoes that are not meant to be walked in, makeup, so much glitter, etc. also, i was not meant to wear fake eyelashes — which i didn’t! — because they are so very tricksy that the only possible outcome would have been me gluing my eyelids shut. just like i repeatedly glued my fingers together.
so, big ups to all the real-live whores out there, because i clearly can’t be doin’ that shit every night. what i can do, however, is drink a fuckin’ bucketload of alcohol. i will gladly do my part to assure proper disposal of alcoholic products everywhere. and by “proper disposal” i mean, “in my liver”.
best fuckin’ weekend ever.
fake nails, hoochie dress, glitter, makeup, shoes you can’t walk in, and false eyelashes… we’re talking about your normal saturday night for a midget. did i get all the girly tendencies in the power duo?