tattoo convention today. i feel awfully silly going, but aaron's friend from moses lake will be there and he wants to get his sleeve finished up, despite his severe lack of funds. come tomorrow, i will be able to say, "i survived the seattle tattoo convention 2003." and life will be complete. oh yes it will.
i am far too pooped to be working today. i can't get a sentence out without yawning. highly unpleasant, i assure you. there were a bunch of cop cars down the street from liz's place last night. apparently, some burglars had run into a building and they were so intent upon catching them that they blocked off every exit to get into her neighborhood. i have myself convinced that they were the same guys who robbed us on thursday, but that's because deep down inside i'm a conspiracy theorist. we showed up right when the news did, and it was like cops live.
i associate smells with memories. so i'll smell crayons and all of a sudden is preschool (with the principal who was neither a man nor a woman). or i'll smell cloves and i'm back on the beach in santa barbara talking to namita about how i can't even fuck up right. or i smell vitamins and i'm the the bathroom with my daddy brushing my teeth. it drives me absolutely bonkers when i can't place a smell...i'll lose sleep over it. which is bizarre, i know, but c'est moi.
have pleasant weekends, loves. if the tattoo convention turns out to be a bust, you'll find me galavanting around downtown, jumping in puddles (because it is about to pour ... so much for summer) and ducking into used cd stores in search of phantom planet's polaroid, because i spilled coke on my copy. if you see an extraordinarily wet girl with a blondie shirt, do wave hello. good bye.
one year ago today: i didn't update.
two years ago today: "You know it's going to be a good night when you can go out of the house in the same clothes you sleep in."