Hello. Is anyone there?
I thought of how this blog used to be this safe place where I documented things I wanted to do and all the crazy shit I thought… but I feel like the internet is no longer safe. It hasn’t been for a long time, right?
Anyway there’s no better time than free time I guess, and I seem to have collected a lot of it lately.
So my mom told me that she wants to put Peanut to sleep. I was washing these bedsheets I really should’ve been washing last week but whatever, when you get to it… you get to it. And I’m sitting there reading her text, at the same time stressing out over how I have to wash the dishes, sweep my room, fold all these fucking clothes, and now I’m bombarded with sad thoughts about this poor, innocent dog that’s been a part of our family for the past 12 or so years… and how she’s made the conscious decision to end his life.
I get it. My elderly parents can hardly take care of each other, let alone a dog who can’t even take care of himself. He’s lost so much weight, he bumps into walls because his vision is cloudy. He can’t hear anymore and when he goes up and down the stairs, he has a hard time and sometimes falls.
Ugh, my heart hurts.
I need to call on my slick partna
I need your lovin
I aint tryin to be your girl slick partna
Just want your lovin now
Slick Partna by Virgo, 1996
Dedicated to Pizzajosh
Happy birthday to one of my Madewellah girls, at some random ass fucking place off the West Side Highway. Clearly there were many of the same picture.
6:00PM Happy Hour at Sky Room which has a shitty view and is gross.
8:00PM Dinner with Kuya Mervyn and Brian at Laut
11:00PM Miss Wong’s for Kevlove and Stadiumstatus
Experienced my first rooftop film with Jen and Eileen at Yotel. The deal was for $25 you get a seat, a taco, and a sangria. Food and sangria were meh. Venue was beautiful. Weather was perfect. Headphones were a nice touch (the same headphones used for Quiet Disco).
We watched The Breakfast Club, one of the most iconic 80’s movies ever. I haven’t watched it in years and man, it was way deeper than I remember as a kid. I love me some Judd Nelson.