Eventification

Walking by a group of boys soliciting their "hip-hop tracks", KC (and Ava?) and I were offered a Pabst for some lovin'. They liked our pink rainboots.

We ate fish-shaped cornbread-waffle sandwiches with soup at No-Fish Go-Fish. Strongly recommended for a good, cheap meal.

The bus driver shared with a talkative passenger that once he discovered drugs, there was no more need for alcohol. I concur.

Apparently I can look like a psycho when I dye my hair and make a creepy face in a picture. (See last blog)

It's both Ava's half-birthday and somewhat my 6-month anniversary with Alex. Kind of. I don't know when the official date would be, so we chose Ava's birthday to make it easily-rememberable. I couldn't get the letter that Alex sent me. It was a pretty shitty day for an anniversary. I couldn't talk to Alex when I needed to, he couldn't talk to me when he needed to, we both felt down in the dumps about each other. Except he doesn't realize that I feel exactly the same way. He's too busy wallowing in his own self-pity to realize that maybe I'm feeling neglected too. He needs to get his shit together because I'm starting my period soon and he needs to be strong when I'm bitchy and emotional.

Ava is leaving and I'm kinda sad because it's been really fun having her here for her spring break. From Fetish Ball to walking in the rain, it's been awesome. Maybe I'll post some pictures later.