I have never been more clear-minded.
I know now that Lindsay is my saviour and that Bonnie has a mystery livejournal.
I like my new haircut. On Friday night I went a bit mental and decided I needed a new look, so I cut my hair all scruffy and choppy like it used to be when I was cool and dyed it blood red. It is most satisfying. I am beginning to look a bit like Shirley Manson '95-'96 again.
She looks SO different now.
I think I want to make an orange banana smoothie. Mya spent the night on Friday night and I love her so dearly. We have so much fun when we're together and never run out of things to talk about or get on each others' nerves. It's almost like magic, she and I agree on this... and I want to take her and Lauren to Planet New Year. Last night some dick that called Live 105 won some free tickets and that should have been me. The guy was like drunk or stoned or something because he was like, "Hey where are you guys? Frisco?" It was like his first time calling, he didn't even know what Live 105 was. The shit. But I found out every Saturday between 12 and 4 am they do all techno music, and that's why Metropolis was covered in June. It was delicious. Katie and I and everyone else in the van screamed so loud when the DJ said, "And here's a special shout out to everyone who is leaving Metropolis, drive safe."
There are so many ravers out there coming out of the woodwork. We met one wearing a beautiful sweater at Michael's who had been a slave to the rhythm and thrown off all of her candy into the dance floor.
A lot of people come out of their woodwork for me, I've noticed. For some reason, people will tell me their most intimate secrets, and once they've done that, they never speak to me again. I don't know what it is, but at least I have some sort of allure. The opposite is true of most people. I had this conversation with Miguel today.
It was very strange waking up next to James Mortlock, whose first words were, "Good morning, Katie. Do you want anything from the store? I need cigarettes."