odd dream before i woke up. that i got all gothed up and went downtown for no apparent reason. ended up parking near a bar called BombSmoke where there was a line of goth kids for some show. ended up running into emily and this girl angela from high school. walking around with them i got a text message from asking if i was at a nin show. i still hadn’t figured out who was playing at this bar. the bar was wicked cool, all roy lichtenstien-ed out. now i wanna open a bar like that haha. give the continental some compitition, as if i’d know what goes into running a goth bar.
then emily posted in her lj this morning for the first time in years. weird.
i’m looking to buy a new couch. a red one. found a cool one at fws yesterday. mom called early this morning to go to rosa’s cuz they have one too for less. then i want a big huge giant russian propaganda poster to go with it.
i should start my day then i guess…