*Saw "He's Just Not That Into You" with Bunny. Epic. Spot on. We've declared that while we might be PSYCHO females, we don't hold a candle to the broad's in this movie. But it was still all way too true. I highly recommend this movie to anyone and everyone who ever questions the intentions of the opposite sex.
*Spotted some hotty boy at the coffee shop who must be new in town, considered inviting him to "He's Just Not That Into You". We refrained.
*Woke up one morning to realize my whole bank account was in shambles in response to a FAR past paycheck that just bounced. Rad. All moneys unaccessible. Thanks, jobby.
*Got my hand tatty. ROUGH SAUCE. But had a good time doing it. When in extreme pain, make sure to discuss your internet panty scam to send all tattoo artists in the room rolling on the floor. A real hit, if you ask me.
*Played a show (well KINDA played a show) with The City. Douchy McGee sound guy had his panties all in a knot to rush us on stage ASAP once we got there, and once we started on our set he was nowhere to be found as the sound cut in and out on every single song. Douchebag rolls back in RIGHT as we're breaking down. Such a pile. Stacey was totally pissed, I totally told him off and we will never play that spot again. It was a bummer.
*Went to some good meetings, saw some good people and had a good time. Happy to be home.
Back in SF now. "Home", one could say. The week's been off to an interesting start....
*Got 30 days clean and sober yesterday.
*A recent "flame" came to his first meeting ever as a result of a courtcard, but is showing interest in actually attempting to stay sober, which is really cool but really weird.
*Learned on this same day that "flame" has been involved with someone the ENTIRE time he was involved with me. Rad. I've learned through the grapevine that this chick officially hates me. Awesome.
Livin' the dream.
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