WTF, estrogen, WTF?! Weirdest PMS ever! I've felt like a cartoon character all day!
Today's dumb story is about how this guy selling me a bass kept trying to ask me out and I still don't know how to be dishonest or mean so now the ghost of guitar wankers past might show up at KTUB later. Shit. Meanwhile, I drove home with my new bass wanting to cry and take, like, 10 showers because I only like one boy, and until I get to yell the specifics of that from an internet hilltop without it being weird, I can at least yell that it's not the longhaired dude in the leather vest and white collared shirt. I had really good self esteem until only gross dudes ever showed any interest, just like I liked the word beautiful until only pervy dudes ever used it.
The night got better, though. Prattular made me laugh a ton and then I bought a Slurpee in Iron Man's helmet and played Final Fantasy. I've basically been laughing all night and I'm finally tired. I'm also doing a terrible job gearing up for being on a grown-up's schedule. I'll have to work on that.
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