getting drilled…
This morning brings early sunlight and nothing to do… its beautiful!
The past few days have been pretty nuts, given that its been valentines day my day job as the poison ivy look-a-like florist has been so fucking busy, minimal crisis but hectic none the less… there were moments in these past few days that in between my smoke breaks and sugar free redbull swilling that I thought I may be in over my head and just wouldn’t be able to get everything done… that not one more de-thorned rose would be able to get put in the glass vase, that not one more phone call could be answered, that not one more valentines day card could be written… must I remind everyone how much I hate these fucking hallmark holidays?!
Friday the 13th we went to Cobra Lounge (love it love it love it!) for a valentines day massacre where some of our friends (Miss Maya Sinstress and Skank) were performing amongst the masochistic mayhem. Led by the afore mentioned Miss Maya Sinstress who is by far one of the most beautiful and talented ladies ever, the night was a medley of blood and breasts, music and misery, lust and lascivious looks and much much alcohol… one act, a Rev. B. Dangerous whose bruised face screamed at the audience while sticking cordless drills up his nose, condoms up his nose, and fucking the audience with all his insane self mutilation.
More bars and more shots of whiskey, pizza with shrimp on it, snowflakes, hardcore fucking and just to mix it up a bit a play at the Looking Glass Theatre, you know, to incorporate a little bit of culture in our day to day life. Which, I might add, we throughly enjoyed!
So as my coffee cools in my cup and the only sound is the hum of the ceiling fan, I mentally prep myself for the day… perhaps some breakfast, some shopping, and some good good lovin’!
much love my precious little bitches- xoxoxox- Morgana
