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Sep. 22nd, 2006 04:30 amI knew I should have fucking stayed in. I had this feeling, and I thought it was just me being anti-social, but no. Some part of me knew something was going to happen. I HATE THIS FUCKING PLACE. LA just had to fuck me one last time. I swear to Christ, if Adam wasn't flying out and the Vegas thing wasn't booked, I would leave right now. I AM DONE.
My car got towed tonight. Because apparently there was a sign, even though it was blocked by a huge piece of equipment, and I was half an hour late and goodbye all the money I made today, it was fun for the whole 6 hours we were together. I was going to just pay for parking but I thought no, I'm not paying $15 for parking, that's ridiculous. AND HERE I AM, $150 IN THE FUCKING HOLE. Plus the $65 parking ticket I got.
OH MY GOD I WANT TO KILL SOMEONE.
AND I didn't even get drunk tonight, AND this ruined the great evening Danielle and I had at dinner and then at Tony's club. And I have a splitting headache, and not even the fact that Dave Navarro checked us out or we were chatted up by Dennis Rodman helps. I hate this day, and I hate myself, and I am so, so done.
What can you do? It was my own fucking fault, that's what hurts so much. UGH. I HATE THIS.
I'm going to go watch Veronica Mars.
My car got towed tonight. Because apparently there was a sign, even though it was blocked by a huge piece of equipment, and I was half an hour late and goodbye all the money I made today, it was fun for the whole 6 hours we were together. I was going to just pay for parking but I thought no, I'm not paying $15 for parking, that's ridiculous. AND HERE I AM, $150 IN THE FUCKING HOLE. Plus the $65 parking ticket I got.
OH MY GOD I WANT TO KILL SOMEONE.
AND I didn't even get drunk tonight, AND this ruined the great evening Danielle and I had at dinner and then at Tony's club. And I have a splitting headache, and not even the fact that Dave Navarro checked us out or we were chatted up by Dennis Rodman helps. I hate this day, and I hate myself, and I am so, so done.
What can you do? It was my own fucking fault, that's what hurts so much. UGH. I HATE THIS.
I'm going to go watch Veronica Mars.
