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Punching Bag Bitch, cry and whine your way into oblivion. |
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Can't sleep... clown'll eat me...
*rocks back n forth in her bed*
Gaaaaaaah... I'm going mental!! I haveta get some sleep but I'm wide the fuck awake. I've got to be up for work in like five hours and my fucking brains just whiring away. I go lie down in my uber comfy bed with my pillows n my teddy bear and nothing. I toss n turn n squirm around and I can't get into that comfy lil zone where I just zonk out. Stupid brain why won't you shuttup!! It's all stressing on shit I can't control and it won't fucking listen to me when I tell it as much. :finger: BRAIN!! Merrr... need something to put me to sleep. God I wish I had some tylenol PMs or something... course then I'd sleep right through my fucking alarm. *stabs things* I just wanna go to sleep goddamit... is that so much to ask?? |
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fuck man i haven't slept at night in like 9 days... ended up missing last week at work cuz i was high off 1/2 a cap for 5 days ........ tried to go to bed early last night but it just won't happen... ended up falling asleep at 4am, woke up at 6:30 and am barely making it thru the day here at work...
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Tell me old great wise Dave... could I make it in Vegas?? |
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Just keep clear of the Circus Circus. Unless you just stick around the rides, they're pretty fun for lineuplessness wholesome fun. Also try the kareoke booth. Time Warp's in there. We got like 20 people in that tiny little thing and did it back at the Rocky Con. Methinks some dude in NYC still has the tape... Also notoriously the place of the instance in my life where the line "Nice shoes, wanna fuck" actually worked. Good Times. Good times. But yeah. Vegas rules. Just only bet with $100, and always double down on 11 (unless you're facing a 2 or an ace) |
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Hah. I had a limo driver proposition me. Gave me her business card and cell number. With a wink that screamed "for a good time call".
I threw the card away. Later I realized the err of my ways and the next time I had a prostitute ("Masseuse with perks") give me her card I kept it. Leaves for an interesting prop for storytelling. I always get blank stares when I say "And then she told me what she does for a living"... and then I explain "How many businesses can you think of that make cards with exotic names, contact information, nothing else with silver ink and a black background?" Usually they get it by then. To think I considered dating her too. The fact that she made reference to enjoying anal previously in the night screamed even more "hawt" than the fact that she's GOT to be good in the sack... Anyways. The one I _did_ get with was some hot goth chick from chicago whose name I forget but I think she was involved in the notorious Orgy On My Bed that I wasn't present for two nights prior. Good times, Good times. |
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Goddamnit, I think I'm running out...
I dunno. met Richard O'Brien, that was cool... They did an awesome Rocky Horror/Thriller preshow (Brad as Michael Jackson with Janet as his girlfriend.... later when he gets possessed by the zombies he becomes Frank 'n' Furter.... Does the whole Sweet-T cloak-removal for the big chorus... Criminologist comes out to do Vincent Price's lines... Riff, Mags, Columbia and Trannies as zombies....) The stories I remember are truthfully few and far between, even though there was a LOT I did... In all honesty, most of it was Rocky Related. It was really cool that I made an obscure Clerks reference and like 8 people within earshot caught it.... |
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But Dave really know... the vast majority of your life has to do with Rocky in one way or another doesn't it ;)
*sighs* Looking at my corset just brings back so many memories... of Rocky... of you in women's underwear... of Dale in duct tape... ahhh the duct tape I mean how was I NOT supposed to try and pull it off? *giggles* |
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