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oh fuck, boys.

well, here i am. i made it to tuesday. made it to work. back on The Internet. 

i'm fixin' to do one of those things where i tell you everything fucked thing i did this weekend. oh, shit. ok. but look up there. here i am. at work. in the clothes i put on on saturday. drinkin' champagne, eating bread and spread in my bosses SMALLEST EVER glasses. fuckin' chillin, boy. fuck in chill in. 

ok! so, thursday i had bowie. you know, first church of the sacred silversexual. somehow, during our Greatest Practice Ever, i got wasted. double wasted. then we went out to some bar. i drunk talked and held hands. fucked. woke up in the morning time on friday, wasted. think that's cool? it's not. im fucked. i arrived at work, somehow. looked down at my clothes and couldn't remember putting them on. dig? so. i worked all day. did actual work. sucked. after work i went on over to jesus's house. to pray?  yes to pray. DUH. we drank booze in cup. i bled everywhere. then i flopped on over to peter's house, the bowie lounge. WHERE? where i dressed up like a space tiger (cuz i'm legit) and jen dressed up like a space butterfly. we went to the hotel utah to see NVO, i started falling asleep in the bar. shit, i was tired. so? i caught a ride to peter's and fell asleep in his garage... until..... his housemates came around and sang karaoke till fucking 6am. i slept thru what a i could (NOTMUCH) then got my stank ass up and walked it to bart. to oakland. to connor.

that guy on the left, his name is bobby hill! i know. and that's connor on the drums.

connor's band got a new name, get this shit. Space Tiger. word. coincidence? coincidence. so, i picked up connor, i was late. we had to drive straight to the party in santa cruz from oakland. they had kegs. the boys played, we got drabbed. drabkin, n. i hooked up with some young ass dumb ass kid. it started to rain, blah blah blah. we went to connor's house (bored yet? just wait..) and i begged begged begged him for his acid. he had some sunshine. we row sham bowed. he won, i lost.. but we dropped anyways. ok ok ok. so? we went and saw sleepy sun play at the catalyst. SO FUCKING GOOD. fuck. 

i introduced myself to one of them.. oh fuck. here is how it went

hi, i'm jillian

jillian dahhling!

FUCK OFF

no, you're our biggest fan

FUCK OFF!!!!

no, we need fans like you... something something

so, that happened. we talked more but fuck if i know what i said. i was so high that i got high twenty different times in one second. for a million seconds. forever. i hallucinated, tripped all that. we had too much fun. the most fun. ever. forever. he is the greatest and best. ok. so.. went to connors. tripped. for. ever. we watched the most hilarious episode of the twilight zone. all about this old man, his old woman and his dog rip. i laughed so hard i cried, and didnt hear one thing the man said. we tried to sleep. but mostly just turned. THEN BOOM. sunday. ate food. talked shit. threw fucks... and drove back to oakland. to see who? SLEEPY SUN. again. at the new parish. i was too embarassed to see anyone.. or talk to them. fuck? we were so fucked on saturday... they played. it was amazing. so good. and they looked good too. hotties. straight up. after that, jesus and connor and i went back to my place. started watching.. some movie and i fell asleep. finally. BOOM! monday. we all woke up, connor looked at sports on The Internet and then we went to rudy's and ate cheeseburgers. then we went to my mama house, looked at her kittens then went back to my house. 
ok ok ok. that's it. connor went to danju's. jesus went home... and i went to the city for band practice. 
fucked weekend boys. but i had a hell of a time.