HEARSE CON
Hearse convention. Yeah. That's right.

My friend Cynthia invited me (Jamie's getting married there. lol. To a rapist. Lol. She deserves it. Lololololol) and I can't WAIT to go. She's a hearse girl, though, and I can't do the same. lame.

Ew, gross though. Clay invited Micah. That part I don't mind, but we think he's going to bring Thera, and quote Clay: "Oh! SHIT! I forgot that they're all disgustingly co-dependent. . . well, I'll just tell him I'd like everyone there to be capable of intelligent conversation."

Clay's a dick. xD BUT! He's going to dress up like a droog, and I'm just going to psychobilly it out as far as the eye can see. I have work in twenty minutes, though. Shit. I better get on that. I get off at 3:30 today, which is a MIRACLE. It's not 7:30 oh thank GOD my boss is a family man.

Sunday, I'm having my picnic in Wash Park with Khundy and a bottle of wine and a blanket. It should be lovely.

Annie called me hahahaha. I told her that I would have coffee with her on Wednesday. I might. . . but I'd rather hang out with Sarah.

During my breaks, I read Dostoevsky and smoke in front of Myxed Up. No joke. I'm in the middle of The Idiot, and (Suki would like this especially) at least twice as good as Crime and Punishment. It's fucking. . . genius. But anyway, Rob thinks it's hilarious. . . because he reads a lot of Ann Rice. xD

DEAR GOD
HEARSE CON