a treasure chest of lust and mortal sin

Two days of mostly sleep and a little bit of cleaning and drinking have left me feeling a bit refreshed. I've got a small trip planned for next weekend (hot sun, mountain roads, abandoned motels, dying lake) and that gives me something to look forward to.

Tonight I'm driving down to Whittier to see Cryss' new band play. I have little hope that they will be good or that I will actually enjoy it, but there will be beer and old friends and that's really why i'm going. Last time I saw Cryss was in the fenced in yard of the Doll Hut in Anaheim, after a show. I don't even remember who played. Justin showed up. Old roommates were there, and it was raining. One of those odd, odd nights.

Anyway, up until then I don't know what I'm going to do. I need to do some more cleaning, but that's the neverending project. and laundry. always the laundry. how do i wear so many clothes???

I have a new hero, I think.

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Cryss' band was supposed to play at some venue in Orange, but that got shut down. So yesterday it's announced that they were going to play at a pizza place in Whittier, but that's cancelled too (I find this out by myspace bulletin as i'm putting on my shoes and ready to go). So I start making phone calls and texts, and eventually get Cryss' cell phone number.

He tells me that the band will now play at a house party in La Habra. I want to see him, and I almost want to see his band, but i don't feel like getting chased out of a house by La Habra police again ... I did that enough when i was younger.

But i want to see Kate and Heather, so I'll probably be driving down to Long Beach tonight no matter what. Since I'm already in makeup and fishnets and everything.