Sarky Devotchka
03-26-2006, 06:21 PM
I freaked out in public last night, at our local hipster bar. I started shouting about how I was sick of the scene and sick of hipsters, sick of being a hipster, sick of trying to be "cool". it was pretty funny. my friends calmed me down though and bought me a shot of jager. bleh. before that, I was introduced to some girl, a friend of a friend or something and I don't know why, but I was holding a campaign poster and telling everyone it was my mom, and she said "oh, she's pretty" and I said, "no she's not, that's not my mom, my mom's way better-looking than that, she looks like Kim Basinger!" and the girl says to my friend about me, "she's kinda mean". ha ha. what I said didn't seem very mean I don't think. unless the lady on the poster looked like her mom.
after that I passed out in some recording studio next door, then woke up abruptly went for the door and bonked my head on the door frame, I ran to the bathroom and puked and was so dizzy that I bonked my head on the wall behind the toilet.
remind me not to drink jager. remind me to move to idaho. I don't have the stomach to be a rock star. :(
after that I passed out in some recording studio next door, then woke up abruptly went for the door and bonked my head on the door frame, I ran to the bathroom and puked and was so dizzy that I bonked my head on the wall behind the toilet.
remind me not to drink jager. remind me to move to idaho. I don't have the stomach to be a rock star. :(