Last night at Repent --it was our 2nd year anniversary-- because I thought I had a place to crash in Placenta I drank more than my normal amount of beerpiss. Then it turned out that I didn't have a place to crash after all --big fucking surprise-- so it was really funny on the freeway. You know, like, fuck I'd pull me over. And I did, somewhere in the Valley of Death, when common sense finally regained control of systems. Slept like a log, I swear to god. Brought back Helter memories when this sort of thing happened all the time.   

Oh, and The Last Dance was fantastic by the way.  

I think I won the highly uncoveted Request Whore crown, thank you very much. My second set was nothing but.  

Speaking of bands etc., we have tickets for the April event-of-the-month, the Covenant slash And One show. Woo! This was going to be a Repent sponsored thing, but plans fell through or something. Kitty's still pretty upset about this in fact, but never mind. I'm just glad the tour's playing Lost Angels. 

Jesus, aaack, this is sounding more and more like a normal journal everyday. Probably the effect of The Project. (I'd love to tell you about it, but I can't.) 

Lastly, for the record: I really like the final La Femme Nikita episode. Walter survived, and Jason! Woo!  

I love Pyrrhic victories in my fiction, because that's all you get in real life too. 

Miss Alexis, are you still alive? ::sigh::