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I”m in the Drift office, I just redid my makeup and found out why my Zippo isn’t working. I have to go back to Slave Mart and get Zippo fluid. GRR. But anyway, someone woke me up during my nap. I was having this insane dream about wal-mart, them being sold out of Zippos, this weird black sleeping bag jacket, and these insane salespeople who kept trying to sell crazy contraceptive/antidepression combos. Fucking weird. When I wake up it’s never who I think it is at the Drift door, I thought it was Amy and it was Molly. She asked me if I’d gotten her e-mail, and I hadn’t–I’d started napping thirty minutes before she sent it. We ended up going to Wal-Mart, she had some stuff to get there and she’d read that I needed to go to get my ear re-pierced. We got some random christmas present stuff, and then I got my ear pierced. Molly was distracting me while the lady put the dot on my ear, which I was completely fine with, but when I wanted her to distract me when the needle went through my ear she faltered–but it wasn’t so bad. At least it went into the correct spot. It’s all downhill now. Molly told me that Royce is doing piercings at the new tattoo/piercing parlour!!!! I don’t know why I’m spelling parlor parlour–I think I was british in a past life. And I’ve been reading too much J.G. Ballard. But I suppose that’s never really possible. Anyway, I got the Zippo I’d promised myself, and a red lipstick (I was wearing red eyeliner that day and needed it for red eyeshadow). Spent the twenty that I promised myself I wouldn’t spend. God. I must stop spending money. Especially at Wal-Mart. But I have to go back again for the Zippo lighter fluid. One thing from Wal-Mart begets another. Grr. Well, we got back, and I set up Molly’s computer, but we needed the discs to set it up correctly (which were at Molly’s house). She’s going to go home and get them after lunch or something like that. I think she said she’d be back around two, it’s 1:55. I missed my dad picking me up–I don’t know what happened, his truck was gone. I should call again. That weird guy with the cards talked to me, he was on the phone with that Sabrina person. The Sabrina person told him to say hi to me. I’ve never said a word to her in my life. How strange indeed. People think that just because I stand out that they have some kind of ersatz friendship with me even though they’ve never talked to me. Fucking weird. Anyway, I tried to call Danielle’s house to see if my dad had stopped there but they were having some knock-down drag-out fight. They never fight about anything, it’s all just some drug-crazed frenzy. It’s crazy. Hung out for a while in the smoke box with Casey and David–Dave’s getting fired from his job at the Brewery because they’re going out of buisiness. It really sucks. And Dave had hatched this great plan to escape the poisoned tendrils of Crescent City. Poo on the brewery. But it might not go out of buisiness after all, they’re trying to get a hard liquor license. Their food sucks though, I wouldn’t go back. My ear kinda hurts, I have to not put my headphones on it, I have to just put them on my head and turn them up until I can hear them. Casey likes me. It’s kind of sad. I really don’t find her attractive, but she had these boots on that I would have killed for if they were black. They were exactly what I wanted, but in a burgundy. She got them at a thrift store. Molly said she might take me to the Purple Cat place today, that would be really cool. I need some plain black pants to build the brocade jacket outfit. I want it to be all centered around this jacket. It’s a jacket of my dreams. Okay, take this fabric and make this coat (the red one) out of it. I hope someday to find such a glorious coat. And I want pants made out of that same black brocade fabric. And I want this coat-> (front | back). But of course I need cool ankle-high boots to complete all of these outfits. I must search Sacramento for some. And not spend ANY more money.
“The most outragous thing that I could imagine ever doing is putting on a pair of jeans and going to the shopping mall for my lunch.”
– Marilyn Manson
