Goodnight, Everybody!

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well, what a day, what a fucking day.

1st off It was fucking the solono stroll. shit, its just about the biggest thing to ever hit little old albany california. and damn... they built it and the people did come. we walked up and down that long mile. eating and drinking and pissing... in toilets of course. seeing the people... oh god the people... the highlight of course was robby... buffed up looking like the rock... or robby de steroids... either or, you pick. but there were so many people to choose from.... the weird stranger award definitely goes to "funky crazy lady at the top of solano with a fanny pack and short shorts." she was grooving to the sounds of "funky grandpas" waving bits of trash around in the air... fake bowing to cars that sped by... gyrating and even, and i almost missed this little bit, as we were waking away she got down on her hands and knees and crawled... in the middle of the street towards this baby that was sitting down... he wasn't even facing her.... did i mention that she was the only one dancing?

fucking freaks come out tonight. then as i am trying to do the count ... ye old albany friends show up. and then get kicked out... no big deal... but then i have to re do the count. and dude shows up... totally out of the blue... i get all shitty feeling and whatever... because i don't know what was up but there was some definite hate emanating from him.... shit... i felt it in my bones... it was beautiful... because i think it made him feel a lot better.. and it made me feel shitty for a moment... we had a weird conversation where we were just.... really polite....... and then he went into this tirade about a cd he made me or something... i was like what? but then i remembered... something about radiohead bootlegs... so i thanked him.... but i really didn't want to even touch it. so i feel all weird because it seemed like a lot of things were going down so i call maren and she makes me feel better. but then when im home. i decide to listen to the cd. because maybe he put death chants on it or something.... so i pop it in and lo and behold it is completely blank..... sooo fucking beautiful... i wanted to call him up and thank him... i might have if i had had his number but i didn't... this dude is awesome... i don't need to feel guilt because he couldn't give a damn about me... it is so perfect .... it made me laugh out loud. he totally gained a lot of respect back from me..... he however probably has no respect for me but i don't care ... i'm used to that... i live for that... that's where i'm comfortable... but it was just so beautiful i couldn't even sleep with out writing it down.

oh, and just incase him or his little friends are reading this... fuck you ... i know it is an open diary but trying to get the upper hand on someone by reading there diary is lower than low. if they aren't reading this. then whatever i'm paranoid. goodnight

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