On the way to said coffee house, I got lost because this artist has no sense of direction and forgot to tell me what side of the street this coffee place was. Ironicly while driving past it I would have noticed it had I not been staring on the passanger side of the road watching a man have a seizure on the grass in front of Cream vintage. Yeah, I rubberneck for anything out of the norm. I doubleback to see if the guy was really just a crazy homeless guy or if he really needed help. To my relief by the time I had turned around an ambulance had arrived. So looking away and back to my original mission of finding the coffee shop, lo and behold it was right across the street.
After the meeting of like mindedness, I tore into the dusty hills of hwy 71 to hang out with one of my most favorite people, Pineapple. We hung out and talked about this, that, and the other. We also worked on my implants, which we decided to modify some sillicone cbr rings from steve hayworths website and will probably do it at the end of this month. I'm also trying to figure out if I really want to get some dermals in my cheeks because getting real dimple piercings are for people who aren't lazy when it comes to downgauging and upgauging their jewelry constantly. Me, I'm fucking stupid lazy.
I then went over to our MLK location, talked to Shane about finishing up my stomach piece and shot the shit about Battlestar Galactica cause we're cool like that. Both old and the new sci cable tv series of it. And screw you if you don't like it. It's a fucking phenomenon.
At this time I'm inserting a break because a lot of other boring shit happened thats not worth typing about and my thoughts start skipping around a lot more from here on out.
I hate thrift store shopping for shoes. ..I admit this might be because I have big feet for a girl. I wear a 9.5 in womens most times if the shoes is wide, but mostly 10s because i have flat feet....AWESOME. And no one ever brings in cool shoes for people that have big feet. There was a brand new pair of NANA white leather boots.. in size 8 at Buffalo Exhcange today. Needless to say, I was heartbroken.
Why the fuck to women want to look like this these days?
You would look like a fucking prepubesent boy. And I might be mistaken, but unless guys have started to dig young childlike boys, this is not cool. I know you see the mini bulge this chick is sporting; it's like middlesex all over again. Mind you, I got this image from Urban Outfitters.com.....where I like to buy hats.
I bought a catbus and kittenbus from toyjoy because:
-I felt fat and not neauvo retro fashion hippie chic hip enough at urban outfitters and couldn't find any hats.
- I felt left out because no one has mongoliod peggy from king of the hill feet like me AND taste in cool shoes at buffalo exchange, cream vintage or however many other places i went today. ( I omit the place that wanted me to buy jessica simpon boots that were amazing but 410 dollars. And also bakers shoes.. they rule.)
- I was mad that people think sushi banks aren't worth mass distributing to everyone in the world.
- I like Miyazaki and want the kitten and/or catbus tattooed on me one day by Sweet Larraine from San Anotino. ..But I'm intimidated by her cause she's so cool.
- I thought about taking a dump in their toilet..no I think that was just a alterior reason altogether.
Dnothing!
