The World Is Spinning Around 45 RPM

I drank last night. I drank a lot. No really A LOT. I feel like an Unwound song: distorted, abrasive and generally fucked up. Eh. I’ll take a shower and go to West Hollywood. For some reason, I really wanna go there now. *shrugs* Curses on dgenerator, malkiyah and the rest of those people absent last night. I give them the curse of big moles on their forehead that have teeth and hair and say “ouch” whenever you poke them. Although dgenerator might sorta like the idea, it will cause the sperm to turn hyperacidic causing a gradual eating away of body parts and function (sort of like The Blob but inside the body and shit). Additional curses on the traffic going to SB. I left my apartment at 1pm expecting to meet some traffic, so I gave myself 2 hours to get there. I don’t think I went more than a 10-mile stretch without hitting stop-and-go traffic. As much as Tchaikovsky’s Piano Concerto No. 1 Movement 1 was soothing me, I am still generally irritated. I mean shit, it took me 1 hour to get home (although it was really really late). As you can tell by now, the alcohol still hasn’t left my system and I’m generally incoherent. There isn’t much detail to tell. When I get piccys developed, I promise to share. Bleah. Someone shoot me. I’m going to take a hot shower and get my ass out of here.