went out last night to the local bender bar, and in between downing cutprice vodka and dancing like a general knob to chart fodder, managed to get barred, mostly due to a female bouncer and me asking her if she sold recreational products. she didn't, the bathroom graffiti lied, and we were shown the door. perf!
so to console myself today, me and galpal west started drinking at approx 3pm, propping the bar up with other benefit barbies and coffin dodgers enjoying watered down spirits and cold chips. lovely.
also, went to the vag clinic yday (u can exhale, army of exes, all is fine), but west had to have liquid nitrogen sprayed on to nuke god knows what down there, i found it hilarious obvs. both of us felt we were at least owed dinner or a phone number in exchange for our violation's, but we were instead shuffled out into the grey light of day, walking home with a slight limp.
gonna watch control now, the ian curtis biopic. seeing as i'm reading rules of attraction, all i need is a clove cigarette and even bigger hair, if that's possible, and i'm in 1980. x
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