March 2008
53 posts
I may just make it in by 9. after 3 hrs sleep and the most crazy/awesome 12 hrs
mcr in vegas was fucking amazing
entire crowd singing along to ‘all you need is love’
gerard way is a fucking cult leader
mcr selling a shirt that says ‘mikey fuckin way’
this night us really fucking surreal
frank iero fucking wiped out my appetite.
frank iero just stood next to our table for like 10 mins
arrived in vegas! yay!
not sure this day could be better, and we haven’t even got to the show yet
super exciting rollercoaster in primm. now onto mcr in vegas
trying to take redding for a walk, but she is really hyper today.
someone is playing baba o’riley really loud behind our house.
when you are used to going to see concerts with 14 year olds, it’s a little like culture shock to be on the younger end of the spectrum
at ucla waiting to see Steve earle.
I anticipate a v. v. long day
the pacific ocean at pismo beach, california is fucking cold, man.
a million people are in line at splash cafe
heading back home from sj
shopping for pregnant clothes with my sister and mom
road trippin it with metro station
have panic’s mad as rabbits stuck in my head, and no way to listen to it. :(
the bathroom that i have to use at work is so disgusting i always feel like i need a shower after. ugh.
misplaced my office key. no one is even here yet, of course. i feel stupid. fun times.
patrick stump singing makes the monotony of prepping oral argument binders better
things are shaping up to be pretty.odd.
breakfast at auntie em’s in eagle rock. sweet pea from project runway here.
breakfast. at the alcove
drinking a robeks. trying not to stress out about the amount of work i have on my plate.
about to go hiking at Griffith park.
at robeks. ray of light coming on making me want to dance.
catching up on the sarah connor chronicles. next up project runway
s and i got new tattoos at purple panther. now thai at toi
late visit to Sunday farmers market. now fairfax/melrose flea market
wondering if moustaches are back in or something? seems to be all the hipster rage.