Monday, March 17, 2008

the fear

I've had the fear of the valley, making a return was kind of a big deal. Unfortunately it turned out exactly as it always does. Epic adventures until 7am.

Mum were great. I missed most of the concert though thanks to JR leaving his wallet in a far away land and R having the likening of a bag of cement. I can't go back in time so I shouldn't be bitter and sour my memories.

Oh my gosh, the concert was so good. They are gorgeous, They couldn't really speak a great deal of English though (not that it mattered). They are so cute, like a bunch of pixies. The sound was amazing, but the zoo is generally pretty good for that though.

R was in a 'curl up and die' mood he sulked all concert and went home immediately after, but not before we bumped into B, and lake and all. I should never have confided in B what happened, she had obviously told Lake and he started yelling at R on the street. So fucking annoying. My blood gets hot thinking of this moment. I was so angry, Lake was yelling at me "he treats you like shit, I'm saying this because I care about you so I fucking hate him" Great way to be diplomatic, asshole. I couldn't care less his actions were a direct result of his off-face-ness. He apologised the next day but still. What the fuck.

JR and I went to a bar in the city. He was chasing this lady he would like to see, so I was wing-girl. I just tottered off by myself, met a lovely girl and let him have his private time. We talked about boob jobs and working in the mines.

Returned to the valley. dragged to the family.. dance dance dance, light lights lights, drugs drugs drugs.

mono. T*. dance dance dance.

drugs drugs drugs.

I got the fear. I hate the fear. The: I would rather fucking die or do anything instead of sobering up, and that's when you spend ALL of your money, your food and rent for the next fortnight, that is the fear, not the valley. Sobriety I hate you. Come down, even worse.

Luckily JR wanted to leave. I felt fine until I got home and was faced with bright lights and R. I woke him up and made him drive me to the store to buy ice cream and cigarettes (its 6 in the morning), got there, couldn't decide what I wanted and left empty handed. I spent the rest of the morning cuddling him on the sofa declaring my love for him and asking him to please be happy.... Then I got up at 8 to go to my parents house and lift heavy objects all day.

I think I passed out on their living room floor for like an hour. Gotta stop passing out everywhere.

Ma & daddy came over to the house for the first time. We got stuck in a million traffic jams, and it was really difficult to move the stuff in. hur. I now own a bed, no more floor! hoorah!

I sat for a second to test the comfort levels of new bed, woke up an hour later to H. I hadn't really slept more then 6 hours in one night for an entire week, I shouldn't really be surprised.

Bumped into P and J getting out of the car at the valley for the Ron Sexsmith concert. Decided to have a beer with them at Birdies, that place fucking sucks. It was awkward, though I did see a lot of the old drug fiends I had missed hanging out with.

Went to get food. There was a couple in the kebab store that started hugging me and wouldn't let go, then one of them pretended to be a chicken, they asked me to come home with them, I declined. Some strange boy that DJ's at Press struck up a conversation about liver cleansing and tomatoes. H joined us, and we ate dinner together.

The concert was great, Ron Sexsmith was ever so pretty. One of the audience members was horribly drunk. I fucking hated him so very, very, very much.

Got home at 12. didn't sleep til 1 or 2 thanks to conversations with R. He played his music really loud 15 minutes before I had to get up yesterday morning. I was livid. Then I accidentally put salt in my coffee and my underwear on backwards. Need sleep.

Last night I spent with R. I think I spend nearly 3/4 of my time with that boy. He is best. He picked my up from work coz it was raining. I showed him the kitty cat dance on you tube. JR and R were so incredibly unimpressed.

Had a crying conversation again with R last night. Didn't get to sleep til after 12. oh man. I'm going to sleep tonight... sleep it good.

I'll throw in a picturee. I have made T-shirts for people from these images:
Zac contributed to the Monastry Shirttt