so i know this will sound weird but whatever, i’m weird. i tend to get manic and do something to my hair. a year ago i bleached it out, dyed it red, and chopped it all off after a really bad break up. over the months i’ve cut it shorter and shorter for whatever reason i felt to do so. well, last night i bought a box of hair color and dyed it back to dark brown. i forgot what it was like. i feel like myself again. i had no idea my hair color could make me feel so away. i feel like i did before that bad period in my life, kinda like eternal sunshine. i just hope this feeling doesn’t fade with the hair dye.
after, i met up with my best guy friend (also known as clawsy) at 107 bar. perrff evening :)
i don’t want to get off my ass and stop reading The Life of Hunter S. Thompson Gonzo to go to a housewarming party. guhhh!! i have to remind myself that i don’t have a social life outside of work and going to shows.
My love/hate Los Angeles pride has come to an all time high. For the second time my car was broken into in downtown. I love downtown more than any other area of LA. It inspires me and I find so much beauty in the dumps of this glamorized city. Just like an ex boyfriend I’ll always go back no matter how bad I get fucked over.It’s kinda like that time I found out the dude I was dating was making out with another chick. I left the bar with drunk eyes and sloppy tears. The conversation on the way home went something like this: Me: “omg I can’t believe he did this to me, what. A. fucking. Dick.” *trying to smoke a cigarette that is wet from my tears Friend: “whatever you could do so much better than him” Me: “but I really like this one” Friend: “no you don’t” Me: “I know but still. WTF!???1” -que Duality by Bayside and regreatable text messages Me: “pull over, I’m gonna be sick” The next mornings conversations went something like this: Me: “why the shit was I crying?!?” Friend: “cuz so and so was making out with that gods girl” Me: “haha really? Do you think he found out I was hanging out with Matt the other night?” Friend: “naw, he’s just a scumbag” Me: *shrugs and texts scumbag to see if he wants to hang out
I guess I find the good in the bad even when it’s not really good at all. I like finding the secret spots and staying there for a while. At the end of the day/night I really haven’t lost much. A bottle of whiskey , a stack of cds, and a 35mm camera were stolen. At the end of a relationship all I’ve lost is; faith that there is a guy in this town who doesn’t bore me. i like that my car tells me it loves me haha. it’s supposed to say what artist/song is on the radio. kiis 102.7 never changes, it’s always “love you”