eleven saints

I need a scanner. The pictures I took of Tony are just that fucking beautiful, I really need to just charge people money and take their pictures. Thomas got in last night, how awesome is it to have my boys here, you know? So of course we got fucking drunk as shit. I'm hungover right now, drinking soymilk straight from the bottle because my head is pounding and Skinny Puppy sounds the best. The weather in New Orleans is getting cold. The wind was biting last night as I walked to Hanks to get alcohol for the boys. I don't have sweaters thick enough for it, I was praying that the sweet Louisiana suffocating lustflower scent heat would last forever. But it's not and I don't know how to deal with the falling tempatures. I sound ridiculous as I say this, because these tempatures are like 65 degrees and I'm freezing. I know Cassandra wants to kill me, hahha. Shit I'm just so distracted and I don't want to go to work at all.

But.

I bought everyone a ticket for Rage Against the Machine. That's right, 50$ to see Rage Against the Machine. It's so cooold I don't know. I don't know what to wear to work, I'm out of clothes andI need to do laundry and asklfhdakahdkd. But Friday we get to see Rage and everyone is so excited. God damn, I have to go to work in 20 minutes and I'm still stinky and hung over and drunk and not dressed. Listening to Tony's profile song and wanting to just exist in my stink and undies and smoke some camels and not do anything. But exist. Shit more time is slipping by!

Tonight I go sign up to be a Irrn Rail punk rock librarian. Very thrilled, very excited. I will be doing my part to further things I believe in. i.e., anarchist/socialist/antiwhatever, and uh yeah. I'll sit behind a desk and read all day and play punk rock and talk to everyone else about punk rock and books and punk rock..

yeah validation is fucking in the house.


I have to stop and like get ready to work and write down my chart and shit.
I'm just so distracted.