Sunday, February 27, 2005

Goth Boy dragged me out of bed today. I've been depressed and kind of spooked for almost a week. My friends and I did something really assinine. Goth Boy and Patty's Man are really pissed off at us. Goth Boy bought me a protection candle at Eye of the Cat.

I feel worse than when I fucked Boring Boy on accident. I've been crying and crazy all week. It's driving Goth Boy insane. He's leaving for Florida again tomorrow. Also the Crewboyz are leaving for Australia tomorrow. Everyone's going away. Goth Boy will be back soon and he said he wants Patty to stay with me until he gets back. I heard him tell Patty's Man that he could sleep on my sofa if Patty was there. I thought that was kind of bossy of him but I'm not saying anything to someone who was recently arrested for peeing all over someone's face.

Carey and Katrin think they know maybe a way to fix what we did. It was an accident. We didn't mean to bother him. We're really sorry and I'm hoping that he somehow knows how much we love and respect him and had no intention of screwing with him.

Other than royally fucking up the one thing I never thought could be messed with, my life is actually kind of okay. I passed my first orientation exam and got approved for the full phase training. My monster and stepfreak are busy planning their trip to France and Italy and are for the moment off my back. Goth Boy is fucking my brains out as always and we've kind of gotten into a cool routine sort of where we talk to each other at least twice a day on the phone and we've spent every night together since he came back. This is the longest and easiest thing I've ever had with a guy. I'm really trying not to fuck it up. It's nice. I like it.

He dragged me out of bed today and we went to La Creperie for breakfast. Monster line. We were waiting so long in line that Carey and Mr. Steve joined us and then Patty's Man showed up, but Patty couldn't come because she's still cutting patterns. It turned into a huge crush and they had to put 4 tables together for us. The Doctor told them they deserved the crowds for serving such good food.

I'm on Goth Boy's laptop now and he's talking with Patty's Man about the big fat secret project that will change the whole universe. When he's done we're going to Santa Monica to dig up some vinyl and some new old boots and jeans for Goth Boy. He doesn't know about that part yet. I just now decided. I'm looking at his jeans he's wearing and they're so nasty they could stand up on their own. Plus, I'm tired of his Docs. I mean they're great of course because they're Docs and everyone has to have a pair, but I want him to get another pair of boots. I'll know them when I see them on him.

confessions of The Shadow * 12:50 PM

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Monday, February 21, 2005

It's been raining without stopping all night last night and all day today. I haven't even wanted to go outside. I'm still in my pj's from last night. How gross am I? Not that gross. I took a shower.

Goth Boy and I've been camping out listening to vinyl, watching movies, listening to Indie 103, having mad mad crazy mad sex, eating, listening to vinyl, making cookies, having mad mad crazy circus kinkafreak sex, talking, talking, talking, and making out. I'm exhausted. Goth Boy is watching 24.

They tried to call me in to work today, but I was too fucking lazy to bother. I know it's Holiday overtime, which is extra sweet, but then again that makes for more taxes taken out of my check to pay for more bombs or to send more soldiers to someplace I don't think they really need to be or to tell gay people they can't get married even though other people are allowed to have as many spouses or kids they want even if they can't support them all without government assistance. I just couldn't get myself dressed to go out in the rain to do it.

I still can't believe my High Priest peed on someone's head.

confessions of The Shadow * 9:38 PM

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Thursday, February 17, 2005

I'm going to Paris with Goth Boy over Easter. Woohoo. Another endless family holiday I won't have to endure.

Goth Boy got arrested with Patty's Man for defending us. Some total fucking retard was running his mouth and talking all kinds of trash about Patty and I being lesbians just because we didn't both fall over backwards with our legs straight up in the air when he told us about his brother in Iraq. His brother in Iraq. What a tool.

All of a sudden water started dripping on him and we all looked up and Goth Boy and Patty's Man were peeing on him from the balcony. It was so disgusting. He was all what the fuck and he looks up and pee is going in his mouth and his eyes and all over his face. It was too horrible. Patty and I ran through the house screaming.

Then later on when we were at our place on PCH the idiot showed up and they dragged his ass outside. Someone else kicked his ass up and down but of course the cops only haul away the punks. All the guys got arrested. Patty and I had to go down to the station and we put up Goth Boy's bail because he has this legal service. We had to wait since Sunday night to get Patty's Man out. Poor thing. She was crying a lot these last few days.

The fucking idiot who started all the trouble says he's going to sue for assault and battery because of the peeing. I don't know what will happen about that but at first he was saying it was Goth Boy and Patty's Man who kicked his ass in the alley. Then Goth Boy's lawyer tripped him up so much he finally admitted that really it was a bunch of frats. What an asshole. Hopefully now no one will believe him about the pee.

Our favorite punk cover band did a song about I Love Paris In The Springtime just for Goth Boy and me. It made me feel kind of special. I am special. I am the Sex Popess of the World.

confessions of The Shadow * 11:29 PM

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Thursday, February 10, 2005

Lalalala my man came home and it's been a total fuckfest ever since. He took me shopping and bought me some really cool vintage ankle boots I've been wanting from Meow for like forever and a day. He also bought me a black Lucy dress with gray polka dots.

We went to LA and stayed at the Chateau Marmont for two days. It was total rockstar debotchery. I didn't know how much I missed him until we were together again. I'll admit it. I missed him.

We talked about the whole Sex Popess of the World thing. He's cool with it, but he doesn't want me giving individual lessons. He says I should just go to school to beocme a sex therapist. I don't think so. I think sex therapists are probably really fucked in the head. I like that Mama Gena lady though. And Tracey Cox. And the lady that comes on channel 84 is pretty cool. I don't want to be a sex therapist. Maybe I'll become a masseuse or a Reiki instructor. That would be cool.

We talked a lot. It's been a fuckfest but with a lot of talking in between. I told him I don't care if he reads my blog. He said he wasn't all that interested in reading it. At first I was kind of offended but then it was cool.. I'm not blogging to boost my image. It's just kind of impulsive and I like having this diary of my random thoughts, fucked up as they are. And I really don't give two black shits who reads it.

I don't know if he read the whole thing or not. I will not stop blogging. I will blog whenever, whatever, and however often I feel like it.

He did read the part about Scrad grabbing my ass. I don't know what happened, but someone did take a sharp object to all four tires of the Boxter. I've also started wearing panties when I'm in public. Most of the time. Relationships are a sacrifice of freedom. What else can I do?

confessions of The Shadow * 6:14 PM

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Saturday, February 05, 2005

My man came in from the rain last night. What a relief. Now I can reopen the Temple of my Sex. I was starting to get a little frantic there. Then I just heard his key in the lock this morning a little after 1am. I knew he was getting back from Florida yesterday but I didn't have flight information.

We haven't had a big talk yet. He knows that I know he's been reading the blog. I don't give a shit really. He's seen me naked. I'm always honest. What's to hide? Carey went on this whole private anonimity tangent but I don't totally understand her point. How can you be private when you're on the internet? If you blog for one you blog for all.

We're on our way out to see the all punk all cover band. I hope the lead singer doesn't try to talk any shit to me because then Goth Boy will have to kick another ass. Patty and her man are supposed to meet us there. I so can't believe he moved into the warehouse. I don't give a shit what he does. I only care about me, the Sex Popess of the World.


confessions of The Shadow * 5:10 PM

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