It's weird how vividly you can remember a day, you know? I had every intention of starting this journal thing on another day, but I've been so fucking busy and then it just happened to be today, and I knew what today was, and it's kind of impossible to start something like this, on a day like this, and not talk about it. Right?
I don't really know what I want to say though. I mean, it's been ten years. I remember exactly where I was because we were supposed to be going on a field trip to the city that day and then that shit happened. My parents flipped the fuck out and you know I was thirteen and I didn't have a cell phone. Why the fuck would I need one, right?
The whole thing makes me feel kind of weird and nostalgic. It probably doesn't help that today has been a "bad day" health wise. Whatever I ate yesterday fucking killed me today, so I've been kind of useless and I fucking hate that. I thought about trying to go see Wani at the farmer's market but I couldn't even leave teh apartment, and even if I had I didn't exactly want to risk getting too far away from a bathroom. I don't know New Orleans well enough yet to be able to strategically plan all my trips around bathrooms when necessary.
Ensure and Imodium for dinner. Ugh.
It was Theo's birthday the other day and he kind of insisted we keep it quiet for whatever reason. It's cool, we just took him out to a movie and I guess he and Mags did other stuff when he got home.
Alex just sent me a weird ass text message. Something tells me it means I should work on that thing he asked me to do.
Happy-Almost-Solstice to my witchy/pagan/wiccan/heathen/etc friends out there!
Shit. Just writing that makes me think of her. She's been gone for a couple months now, but that doesn't make it any easier. I just liked hanging out with her, you know? And she was just... really, really awesome, and sweet, and she always smelled really good. And she's so smart. We had the best conversations, just about everything. She had to go take care of some things back home, she didn't get really specific and I didn't want to push for information, that's personal. I told her she could always call me though, and my ass would hop a plane out to Thailand. Sometimes I'm tempted to just do that anyway, even if I don't speak Thai or even know where to find her or where to start looking.
I should stop thinking about her. It's not going to make her come back any faster, or at all. I just keep hoping for a post card or something.
Anyway.
We were on tour earlier this fall, just as an opening band for a bigger act but it was fucking awesome. We were on the road for like, two and a half months. We tore it up every night and it was great. We got back here in time for Halloween, which is my brithday, so we had this huge fucking bash at Betwixt & Between and it was great. Then we took some time off, as a band. I got back to work as kitchen bitch for Geller and the crew and that's been pretty good. I mean, I like kitchen people. It's not a gig for everyone, I know, but it's way better than being coffee barista bitch, let me tell you.
Started hanging out with Vesta a little more since I've been back, she did a new tat for me. We were supposed to do a thing the other night but she ended up in the hospital? That sucks balls, I went to go see her to bring her some flowers and stuff. I know hospitals pretty well, I figured it'd be nice for her to have something pretty to look at or something.
I kind of really want a dog, or like, ten. But I don't think Toro'll be cool with that. Or our landlady. Maybe just one. I'll see what I can do. I'm hoping to get home for Christmas to see my mom and all, but Geller's talking about a big thing at B&B so I'll wait on making any huge plans. I'll figure it out. I always do.
-- Edited by FRANK BIANCHI on Wednesday 21st of December 2011 09:59:33 PM
