when the wishing well fails, do you need more change?

So yeah, things went pretty awesome last night, I ended up spending the night at her house. She likes to get wayyy fucked up and dance all night just like me! Well, not just like me. Ecstasy is her thing, less so mine. Not that I'm opposed to the stuff by any means, I just prefer my ketamine. We did some of both at the rave after dinner and then we did some other stuff once we got back to her apartment... But anywho. The dinner was nice, the rave was better, and now I'm broke, but it's okay because she wants to see me again! I'm excited, but I also feel bad leaving Kelsey alone last night. She gave me the saddest of looks when I got home this afternoon. I fed her some of the special occasion cat food to make up for it. I think I will alleviate this problem of abandoning my true love by having Sarah (the girl) come over to my place from now on. We have a rave date set for whenever the next warehouse bash I can find is. I really like this here girl.


Photo from the after-dinner rave.
I was way gone when this was taken, and I look, like, 15. She looks beautiful though.

you've got suspicious holes
i've got my cancer colds
we've got the moments we stole
i always wanted control
i'll be your second chair
i'll speak your dialect
we've got the moments we stole
i always wanted control

the go go dancers kick their shoes off and make a scene
the go go dancers know what they want in limousines
the men are weak to the spell of the sucking machine
i'll be your black- lunged boy, you be my lipstick queen

i'll be your cyrano
tick-tock young maiden's soul
we've got the moments we stole
i always wanted control
a clocking bomber's gnoll
the cheshire rabbit's roll
we've got the moments we stole
i always wanted control

the go go dancers kick their shoes off and make a scene
the go go dancers know what they want in limousines
the men are weak to the spell of the sucking machine
i'll be your black- lunged boy, you be my lipstick queen

you've got suspicious holes
i've got my cancer colds
we've got the moments we stole
i always wanted control
i'll be your second chair
i'll speak your dialect
we've got the moments we stole
i always wanted control
i'll be your cyrano
tick-tock young maiden's soul
we've got the moments we stole
i always wanted control
a clocking bomber's gnoll
the cheshire rabbit's roll
we've got the moments we stole
i always wanted control

tick-tock, tick-tock

I got two bits of good news for you good people!

1: S+A= 3$hoe had our first gig last night, and we rocked it. turns out I'm not a bad singer, or rapper, unless they just loved Jesse (the beatmaster), Andy (the keyboard) and Hamster (the guitar).

2: at said gig, I asked the aforementioned cute girl out on stage, and she said yes! We have dinner plans for Friday.

only good pic of me from the show is new default.

I met this girl at work last night, and we got to talking a little bit.

She's really cute, and I'm so shitty at being suave with the ladies...
But I got her number, and I invited her to a rave I'm DJ-ing tomorrow night, I really hope she comes.

Got any advice for a guy who gave up women for his cat years ago?

Me and some friends got really messed up yesterday and accidentally formed what may be the trippiest hodgepodge of funk, hip-hop, techno and electronica beats ever. I finally have a project to keep my life from being stagnant! we're calling it "S+A=3$hoe", which is pronounced S plus A equals eschew. I don't know where it came from, ask the mescaline. Looking forward to getting messed up and making the greatest music ever. They want me to sing, though. I'm a DJ! The only thing I know to do with a microphone is talk to the crowd and ask for requests! Learning new skills is important, though, and I love to sing, I just don't know really how I sound. I've only ever serenaded my cat.

Wish this shit luck.