I'm getting old.

And the only reason I know this is because I get hangovers more frequently. As in, more than once a year. Ace Dia dislikes this.

I'm sitting behind the iMac downstairs trying to figure this babe out, as both Slayer (minilaptop) and Monster (desktop) decided to call it quits on the same day. I don't know why I deserve that, I didn't abuse them THAT bad.

I'm really only sitting here because I can't quite move. Before all last night's mayhem I had a little breakpoint all by myself, if this ain't one for the books I'ma just stop tryin'; I was happily biking singing along with gayass Nouvelle Vague as all girls secretly do, got hit by a VW minivan, somersaulted off my bike half onto a boat and my ATM card and money flew out of my pocket into the water. The only reason my ass was still dry is because I 'so desperately clung onto the ropes' holding the boat still, according to spectators. Faggotry. Who comes up with this shit? Why me?

I was already an hour late but I had to go home and get my other card, get cash and bike all the way back to where I almost was already. Moment I got there everybody I was supposed to be with just left. But I felt like smokey underground caves full of sweaty drunk folks so I grudgingly waited in line for about a minute until Parra dragged me out of it and hung up some bullshit story about me to the very-reluctant-to-oblige-security guy downstairs. As of now I think I'ma just make it a new hobby to go to parties all ronery and just see who I'll end up with. After Pieter called it quits-for-old-folks, I somehow ended up with Hugo in the Savoy. Violent came by when it closed, the timing on that girl is as awful as mine's fantastic.

We happily biked home taking detours around pretty much the entire city, crying (no, this was far from singing) 'New York' a-capella. We couldn't hold up our piss so we decorated half the town with our territorial marks. Then we had a sleepover in Vi's room (all the way across the hall!) and woke up like this.



Oh yeah I'm a ninja 'nd shit.

And I just sort of bought Vi those boots as a belated birthday present. They're so awesome on her, she shoots someone dead with every step she takes.

I need to stop listening to DA and get some hours of sleep, have to put on stupid costumes and 'perform' at Paranoia/Paradiso tonight. Got my money today so V'll pick me up to go shopping for stuff we don't really need in a few hours. MAC BABY, I'M ON MY WAY. WAIT FOR ME.

I can't fucking wait till it's Summer, fucking donkey dick.