So I'm feeling much better. Let's say I am about 89% better than I was last week. Thank heaven. I was extremely miserable.
On the flip side, I'm heading out to Tucson to see the fam. Excited I am. Along with the fam, comes food. And let me say, I LOVE to eat. I can't wait to stuff myself with green corn tamales, Eegee's, Pat's chili dogs, Black Jack Pizza and so much more. Oink!
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This modernized journal belongs to the Los Angeles based, self proclaimed narcissist, & all around slag Whiplash Lopenski.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Still Sniffle Cough Poot
Days later and I am still as ill as I was on Sunday morning. Fuck, when is this damn flu ever going to let up? I guess next time I will be more careful about whose cock I am sucking. Oh well, could be worse I'm sure. From what I hear, this flu is going around. I just hope Woods doesn't get it as he has been in the apartment with me since I have been dealing with it. Yelch!
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Sunday, February 17, 2008
Sniffle Cough Poot
I have the flu. Yep. Complete with stuffy head, body aches, coughs, runny nose... the whole nine. I had a fever earlier this morning that hit the 103 mark. I would say it's one of the highest I have ever had in my life.
Woods has been taking care of me since early Saturday morning when it hit. The only thing missing is his slutty nurses outfit. Unfortunately, it wouldn't work as I have no sexual energy to be the devious patient. I would love to, but my lower region has different thoughts about that.
I was able to get myself over to the second Siouxsie show at The Fonda regardless of my condition. At first, it was rather painful, but after downing an tropicana orange juice I had snuck in and standing in the sea of goths & indies, my health seemed to be improving.
By the time Siouxsie did her second encore, I was all better. No dizziness, no runny nose, no coughing. I was dancing my ass off as she performed "Cish Cash" yet again - which my night entire night btw.
Post show, Woods and I stopped by Domino's for a pizza to take back to the apartment. I had originally wanted to check out Fedde Le Grand at the Vanguard post-Siouxsie, but I figured it might not be such a good idea to expose myself to even more bodies that could make my infection worse. Altho, I'm sure it was a great vibe as the line of cars to get into the Vanguard parking lot was causing a traffic jam down Hollywood Boulevard. Not to mention the hordes of club-goers standing in-line to get in.
All in all, I'm hoping this sickness passes me by as quickly as possible. I hate being a whiny cry baby when I am ill. But then again, I'm always a whiny cry baby, right?
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Woods has been taking care of me since early Saturday morning when it hit. The only thing missing is his slutty nurses outfit. Unfortunately, it wouldn't work as I have no sexual energy to be the devious patient. I would love to, but my lower region has different thoughts about that.
I was able to get myself over to the second Siouxsie show at The Fonda regardless of my condition. At first, it was rather painful, but after downing an tropicana orange juice I had snuck in and standing in the sea of goths & indies, my health seemed to be improving.
By the time Siouxsie did her second encore, I was all better. No dizziness, no runny nose, no coughing. I was dancing my ass off as she performed "Cish Cash" yet again - which my night entire night btw.
Post show, Woods and I stopped by Domino's for a pizza to take back to the apartment. I had originally wanted to check out Fedde Le Grand at the Vanguard post-Siouxsie, but I figured it might not be such a good idea to expose myself to even more bodies that could make my infection worse. Altho, I'm sure it was a great vibe as the line of cars to get into the Vanguard parking lot was causing a traffic jam down Hollywood Boulevard. Not to mention the hordes of club-goers standing in-line to get in.
All in all, I'm hoping this sickness passes me by as quickly as possible. I hate being a whiny cry baby when I am ill. But then again, I'm always a whiny cry baby, right?
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Saturday, February 16, 2008
Thank you Lady Goth
Holy smokes! Siouxsie totally performed "Cish Cash" as one of her encore numbers this evening. I was completely floored the minute she sang the first line. I really could not believe it. The majority of the crowd looked a bit puzzled due to the fact that they had no idea what the hell that song was.
I can safely say that many of the Siouxsie fans are not big Basement Jaxx heads. "Cish Cash" is an obscure song Siouxsie collabrated with them on their "Kish Kash" album and is not readily available anywhere else other than through the Basement Jaxx header. I'm hoping she repeats the performance at the Saturday show. I might just shit a golden turd if she does!
I can safely say that many of the Siouxsie fans are not big Basement Jaxx heads. "Cish Cash" is an obscure song Siouxsie collabrated with them on their "Kish Kash" album and is not readily available anywhere else other than through the Basement Jaxx header. I'm hoping she repeats the performance at the Saturday show. I might just shit a golden turd if she does!
Friday, February 15, 2008
Spellbounding
I'm off to the Siouxsie Sioux show at The Fonda. The original Queen of the Goths is in town for two nights performing songs from her amazing Mantaray album, along with a selection of fan favorites. Colour me excited.
Saturday, February 09, 2008
Monday, February 04, 2008
Password accepted!
Ugh.
I hate the feeling of distrust. Drives me completely insane. For those 6 plus years I was with Timofy, there was a lot of distrust. Truck loads. Lots of him going through my e-mails, and vice versa. Setting me up to "chat" with someone in hopes of catching me in the act. And vice versa. We had such a hard time learning to trust each other. Looking back on it now, I chalk it up to being young and dumb. We had no idea what we wanted. And if we did, it wasn't what the other wanted that is for sure. And we hurt each other in the process. It was a learning experience. I vowed never to put myself through that hell. And vowed never to put anyone else through it either.
I don't know what sparked this feeling of distrust this morning. I guess going through my e-mails earlier had something to do with it. The upkeep of constantly changing my passwords to throw off potential (and current) spies. Not that I think anyone would go through my e-mail accounts, but it's just a way to be safe. Protect myself if you will.
I always think, why would anyone want to peer their fragile eyes upon my nutzoid world? I am anything but interesting, but I guess to some my life seems salacious. It's quite dull if you ask me.
And besides, if someone wants to know what the hell is going on in my life, they should be woman (or man) enough to pose the question to me. Not behind my back like a little rat. Or big rat. Depending on the size of the person of course.
Obviously, I have issues to work through. Or do i? Could these feelings (a/k/a suspicions) be valid? Do I have a spy (or spies)?! Am I really delusional? Only time will tell.
AnyHO, this was just another reason to rant my ass off. What's new right? Ah, ok, time for bed... *snore*
I hate the feeling of distrust. Drives me completely insane. For those 6 plus years I was with Timofy, there was a lot of distrust. Truck loads. Lots of him going through my e-mails, and vice versa. Setting me up to "chat" with someone in hopes of catching me in the act. And vice versa. We had such a hard time learning to trust each other. Looking back on it now, I chalk it up to being young and dumb. We had no idea what we wanted. And if we did, it wasn't what the other wanted that is for sure. And we hurt each other in the process. It was a learning experience. I vowed never to put myself through that hell. And vowed never to put anyone else through it either.
I don't know what sparked this feeling of distrust this morning. I guess going through my e-mails earlier had something to do with it. The upkeep of constantly changing my passwords to throw off potential (and current) spies. Not that I think anyone would go through my e-mail accounts, but it's just a way to be safe. Protect myself if you will.
I always think, why would anyone want to peer their fragile eyes upon my nutzoid world? I am anything but interesting, but I guess to some my life seems salacious. It's quite dull if you ask me.
And besides, if someone wants to know what the hell is going on in my life, they should be woman (or man) enough to pose the question to me. Not behind my back like a little rat. Or big rat. Depending on the size of the person of course.
Obviously, I have issues to work through. Or do i? Could these feelings (a/k/a suspicions) be valid? Do I have a spy (or spies)?! Am I really delusional? Only time will tell.
AnyHO, this was just another reason to rant my ass off. What's new right? Ah, ok, time for bed... *snore*
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