dreaming and dreaming
I was walking around Hollywood with my mom. (yes, again, my mom... or some parental unit) We had a dog with us and we stopped at that place on Sunset with the theatres and burke willimas and virgin megastore and CPK etc. We were sitting on the steps outside of it and the Tattoo Guy was sitting there. (See extended entry for more information regarding the tattoo guy. You really should read it just because it really is a funny story.) He was having coffee. I was a little embarrassed to see him, but i said hi anyway and he came over and sat with me and my mom. He confessed that he was on drugs (yes, again, the on drugs...strange). Then Megan Marsee came over with her husband and her dog and said hi and sat down. Darren (see below also) was with herand her other brother, too. And me, my mom the tattoo guy and the Marsees all sat on the steps of that place where i used to see movies and get coffee and i got my betty page shirt.
1. The tattoo guy: clearly, he tattooed me. I spent a good deal of time hanging out with him from December 2004-April 2006. He kept hitting on me. He was like hot for a tattoo guy and drummer and random guy, but let's face it, i need to be the interesting one. Anyway, we had pizza before tattooing and i was like all nervous mostly becuase i was about ot get tattooed by this dude who was trying to get a piece. Anyway, i blew it off for a while and then we went to Starshoes. Starshoes, people. I fucking hate Starshoes (see Bella Suicide on myspace). No intelligent coverstation. Then he told me that my red pants make my ass look hot... hey guys: chicks generally do not dig the adjective "hot." It generally means just sex, and that is not flattering... or something. Then he showed me the garage he lives. There was like drums and a weird workstation where me made ugly industrial looking lamps. He played an Elvis record. Then he took me home and i kissed him once and them i never went back to the tattoo place again. He called for months.
2. I went to school with Megan and Darren Marsee since kindergarden. They were twins. I never was realyl friends with eithr of them, but their dad was my principle and i hated him a lot. Anyway, lanst year sometime, Darren Marsee passed away. He had cancer and got a staf (staph?) infection and died from the infection. It was terrible. His red volkwagen van is still parked outside of his parents house. he was nice, he never did anything mean he was just a chill guy, i think. anyway, now megan is married and going to live in hawaii or something. i dunno... weird...