Just when I was going to retire GJ...

I was convinced to keep it coming (thanks for the support). I got discouraged when JL and JT were like, “uuuhh, whatever, no one cares about your blog, it’s just the same as every other dumb blog like, last night I had a drink with my friend, blah blah.”

Well you know what boys? EFF you. I go to all your damn shows with the damn 14 year olds, I’ll wear your t-shirt with your face on it, I’ll be there at you stupid DJ gigs when no-one else shows up and myopenbar is like, “this dj can’t get a gig.” I even LET you hang out with my HOT FRIENDS, and will bring them to QT next Friday (maybe). I let you eat my mom’s roast beef on Christmas. You unappreciative little bastards. So back off on the blog-bashing cause I ain’t taking that shit. And this virus isn’t a blog. Or blog isn’t a virus, rather.

Let’s push things forward. Before I do the weekend update, I got something to say, that you people will think I made up:

I saw Boris on the street!! Yesterday afternoon, near websterhally area. I said to my friends I was with, “Is that Boris?” They were like, “I dunno, let’s call his name”. We yelled, “mbmbmmmorrris!” He turned around. We are immature so we ran away. Man I need to give him my blog address.

Okay so Friday night:

Start out at Mundial, yeah for your gig, JL. Some assholes dressed like Interpol walk in and I make fun of them for a bit. Then I find out it’s the guy from myopenbar.com. This was good because he gave JL a good review. But the damn bar was all of a sudden not giving us drinks. Probably because we are cheap assholes. Oh wait. I think I told the myopenbar.com guy my blog address. I take that back. You are not assholes; in fact I love your site. Hey Interpol is one of my favorite bands.

Next we went to lit. Party was off the hook (did I just say that?). We tormented all kinds of strangers. I decided I was the bell of the ball. Insiders only: “take that hat, take that hat.” SP ruined my chances with some French man. She was all, “Listen you will never taste this girls lips!” This was just awk so we had to flee the scene. Oh I got a love poem too but I won’t write about it yet because I forgot to bring it with me (more on this tomorrow).

Being the EV cheesy douches that we are we headed over to scenic. Danced a bit and all the eurotrash in the world were there being like, “helllloo, umm do you dancing with me? You, to me, looks good tonight.” SHUT UP. And don’t barf on my friend’s coat. Outside of scenic we did that “arrrrggh arrggh!” thing from Jeanie Darcy – Molly Shannon on SNL to some boy. That thing always makes a comeback. Then we just couldn’t go to bed so we went to JL’s apt. where JT was hanging. We ate tons of junk food, I spat out a tater tot, we acted out titanic, watched shemales on channel 99, and ARS got really exited. ARS and I took JT home because he was too drunk too drive (drinking and driving is bad and I fucking hate people that do it, especially ones that are like, “whatever its fine.” Idiots.) We straightened JT’s hair with straightening iron. Bo bice never looked so good.

Saturday:

Effing gorgeous out.

We couldn’t find the shopping cart races so I just chilled in my apt. Then I went to Francis starlite...a good guy. I got in a short fight with my friend because she scolded me for grabbing my boobs in public. Even Ceees agreed I was wrong, damn it. After the show there was a rap battle downstairs at the knitting factory. Not impressed. We went back to MS’s apartment, ate some chicken wings (I had three wings and a breast) and had a dance party. The usual.

Sunday:

I went to Velselka and talked about valentine’s days of the past. My friends were like, “and then he spread rose petals everywhere!!” I was like, “he didn’t show up, or I went to see van wilder by myself at ferris booth.” DAMMMMNNN.

That’s the weekend. I’m 14 going on 24, apparently.
Love, GJ

P.S. New term coined: Wee-J. It’s a dick.