i blew up la

SO!

after MANY people flaking to go to blow up.
me and june were like fuck this shit.
we got dressed up, looking like the crazy people we are.
i had a big rose in my hair.

it turns out they were hosting the club at this abandoned church. ON SKID ROW.
it was fucking scary.
so some guy walking around asked us if he could drink in our car.
of course we said yes, because we're terribly nice people.
but we stuck through it, got in.
and my god, the place is fucking gorgeous.

while i was standing some guy came up to me and took an extremely close picture with his fisheye, and told me i looked like rosario dawson.
that made me want to barf a little. the fact that a guy would say that.
later on when i went out for a smoke this guy who had been dancing next to me, stopped me asking for a lighter, told me i had some 'fancy footwork'
then he asked if he could borrow me for a second to sacrifice me.
then his friend squirted lighter fluid around me.
i freaked the fuck out and grabbed june and walked away.
everyone kept trying to buy djarums off of me. some guy asked to buy one. HAH. no way.

i lost my phone twice!

i blazed with some guys from montebello.
they talked about some really stupid shit.
then this guy with really cool shoes that he got from london kept bumming cigs off of me.
and his hot ass shy friend started asking if we liked bluegrass.(its always the shy ones)
they were from south gate?
then the guy who got in our car earlier came over.
and those guys got in this stupid argument.
while me and june were annoyed.
guys were tryna pound that shit.
i dont go to clubs to get hit on.
i go to clubs to dance by myself.

other than that. i danced my fucking heart out. i was a mess by the end of the night.
if youre not a mess by the end of the night, you obviously didnt dance your best.

i kept seeing flashes in my face.
so im sure theres some pictures from that night floating around on the internet.
i'll post some if i find any...


p.s. i saw you yesterday.
you looked so empty.