Lovely people, thank you so much for my birthday wishes, and well, remembering, or acknowledging... you get the picture. It is really very sweet of you.
Really.
:)
I just had banana bread french toast at this lovely brunch spot in Denver, and feel, pretty content. My friend said that he thinks I should start a blog called, "Fat Kid," describing which restaurants I go to on tour, what I order, and what I think. Ha. He calls me fat kid...pretty much cause I always talk about food, or am watching the cooking channel, or reading gourmet magazine or talking about new chefs from different parts of the world. (And probably cause I'm getting out of shape).
Better keep up my ...eh, somewhat, daily jog. In honor of my birthday I told myself I wouldn't have to work out the day before, day of, or day after. What a silly Birthday wish, but oh well.
I have been subletting an apartment out in Denver. Just little old me, alone for once. No Meg. No band. No family. Not a lot of friends out here really either.
It's been weird.
And man oh man, my scared of the dark fears have done nothing but intensify the older I get.
This is inside my head around 10 p.m. I mean, ahem, 2 a.m.... because I am always out partying and getting wasted and clubbing of course. And being really cool of course. Painting the town red, ya know.
Anyway, Inside my head, forgive the pun, at ...2 a.m.
"What was that noise Dia?"
-The air conditioner?
...but you didn't turn the air on before you went to bed.
I didn't?
No, Dia. You didn't.
It must have been the wind then.
My feet feel cold.
Is there something under the bed? Did you check the closets?
(*Note. I am never scared of...somewhat...practical things when I am trying to sleep. AKA robbers/thieves. It is...literally, ghosts, monsters, demons, dolls, clown.
Don't tell anyone but,
when I take showers, I keep the shower curtain closed to the side, so that water gets all over the floor. I feel like when I close the curtain, someone is behind it. Always. So I shower with it open, soaking the floor each time.
I avoid mirrors when I'm alone...when I look in them...my face seems to change right before my eyes.
Some reason cupcakes really help this predicament.
And ya know what? I've spent too much money on movies lately, and food, and coffee, and gas.
And when one spends too much money you know what one must be inclined to do?
Haha, you said to yourself, "Get a job. Work harder. Maybe, 'be more frugile,' or, "set money aside to save."
Boy are you dumb.
In that situation, after spending 10$ to see a movie, while going up the escalator, simply fall down, maybe break a leg or something and then sue them for a million bucks.
Or spill your coffee on your face at a restaurant, and sue them for your third degree burns.
Or it gets better.
I know a friend, that tripped down his best friend's flight of stairs, shattered his spine and sued his friend.
Don't you see? This is America people. Why are you working?
Be careful though.
I warn you, if my wallet gets really thin. I may trip on stage and break both my arms and sue you, the audience, for distracting me while I was trying to walk over Meg's guitar chord that always seems to get in my way.
Hell, I'll sue Meg.
Sorry Meg.
I'm 22.
Weird.
My friend told me that I should write a song about "Alice in Wonderland," or "Through the Looking glass."
Not a bad idea.
Oh, by the way. Wanna hear one of the creepiest things I have ever done? Well, I did it indirectly.
I told my friend that I wanted a cake with Tom Petty's face on it.
It got close. He got cupcakes, with little Tom Petty esc. paper dolls stuck in each one by a toothpick.
And I ate them.
And then he said, "Hm...that's pretty creepy Dia."
And I thought.
Wow.
Yeah.
I'm creepy.
Dia
Reading: The Prince and the Pauper - Mark Twain
Listening: Grizzly Bear and Nada Surf
Wearing: Dude, you're creepy too!