Because everything is totally about to be out of wack and I can't get why blogger insists I type in italic (I have since edited the entry html.... ah better) I am going to say this: I am sorta drunk on Sophia, I have listened to the Sid and Nancy soundtrack today like four times, I am PMSing like NO ONES BUSINESS (It fucking woke me up last night.... fucking WOKE my shit up.... I was having this pleasent little dream about clouds or something and then the conversation turned to money and it was gross and woke me up). I am super duper cranky and probably shouldn't but I got asked to go to this show which is a fundraiser for a musicians fund for local musicians or something I don't know I didn't listen because oh did I mention I am crabby? I have an hour to get over myself and get happy, no little pink cans with pink straws is going to make that happen I don't think. I honestly thought I should stay home. I might not make the entire evening because holy crap this is not good. At least I won't drink too much.
I used to do shots and mind erasers when I was like this. But the last time I did that I ended up with Shrug and that was a colossal mistake because he was such a schmuck. I would do tequila shots (another reason why I didn't go and see PoPo at work tonite, her and her husband like to ply me with the tequila when I am there sometimes and tonite I would have said yes and cabbed it home) and do really inappropriate things. But now that I have to behave with F my alcohol consumption will be undercontrol. At least that is something to be thankful for.
But my boobs are huge. See? Inappropriate. Sorry Bro I am going to blame it on the little can of Sophia. Francis Ford Coppola I am your wine bitch. Its official.