library

haha I just saw a girl who was literally screaming to have a cock shoved up her ass.

People really don't give the library the credit it deserves.

quickie

Just a quick update.

It's such a terrible thing when you're internet gets turned off. It's like all the creative juices just stop flowing becuase where are you going to put what you come up with? I've been doing a lot of writing on paper lately, but typically my mind gets lost in other things. Hmm... my tat is being a bitch and peeling, my brain wakes up a few hours too slow, i think i'm getting a cold, and i have more excitement about moving out in a few months than i have had about anything in a long time.

I find myself envelopped in the warmth and comfort of my friend Betsy's soon to be born baby girl. Last night I went to walmart with katey and we bought baby wipes and clothes and such. Now, personally I am no where near ready for a baby. I've got a 2 year old dog at home that literally sucks every ounce of life I have left in me at the end of the day. She rips things to shreads, thinks its funny to leave food in her bowl while she eats whatever is on the counter, scratches the shit out of me, and if i'm lucky I come home to a pile of steamy shit. She's ill behaved with a nasty temper. She's mommys little girl and we've got this glorious hate/abusive relationship. It's a good time. So, after explaining ginnie/gina, I think it's safe to say I do not in any way shape or form want a baby right now or probably ever. Really, I just have this safe getaway. When I want to babysit and cuddle with a cute baby I've got it. More than likely when I need inspiration from a living being I'm going to have it. I love kids, always have. Worked at a daycare and never wanted to quit.

I just think this experience will be refreshing and real. Betsy and I talk a lot about me being baby daddy, and that shit is unreal to me. To think that I, Bianca, am going to be helping take care of a baby is just unreal. Haha, shit.

Enough about babies.


ALEX: KATEY AND I TOTALLY MISS YOU. GET A PHONEEEEEE. :)
you thought we watched crazy things before... just imagine- paris hilton has her own show now dum dum dum.

purple haze

i'll update more later, but last night was killer.
I haven't been so high since i'd say my junior year.... mmmm

d.c.

We didn't make it to kentucky. We didn't get anywhere close. Instead we wind up in d.c.- a place katey and I both loath. A city that seems to have endless 14th streets and minimal places to eat.

I could complain for hours about the shitty state I always find d.c. in, but this trip wasn't such a bust. We went to the history museum and saw loads of rocks... ahem, great fun. I will admitt, though, that I thuroughly enjoyed the mammals exhibit. Then we ventured on to grab some food. The place we landed at was good, overpriced, and bustling with people. A rude lady yapped about how she hadn't recieved her coconut and the owner walked around displaying his 8-pack to all of washington. We ate and promptly walked back to the car. The car is how we left it except for a parking ticket pasted to the windshield. Fucking great. The parking sign was hidden behind a huge tree. Fuck, there wasn't even any contesting it now.

Next stop: chinatown. I've been here plenty of times with my family and school shit, but never just alone. We find a place to park, and we're off to find a place to shop or a place to get a tattoo. We land in urban outfitters and ask someone for a place to go. The girl is surprisingly helpful. She gives us directions and such and we're on our way. This time the car is flawless.

We try to take the directions as given, but that shits impossible. We end up making a grid of roads into a corn maze. I can't go home though. Mission has yet to be accomplished and i'm unsatisfied because more than anything this trip was about us getting tattoos. After hours of searching and getting a pretty good feel for d.c. we find 18th street. We find a parking deck- this time there's no risk taking or a single spot to fill on the road. We pull in and we're off to Tattoo Paradise. It takes a while for us to decide. First we ask about our tattoos and how much they'd be- 180, but katey doesn't really want to spend that kind of money. I then proceed to decide what i'm getting. We may not be getting ours, but i'm not leaving without something.

I've always loved pin up girls. Their fierce realism. Their absolute charm and full figures. I search around for something and stumble upon something i really like. It takes a while for me to decide where to get it, but finally i decide to get it above my armpit. This shit is going to fucking hurt. I remember my first tattoo hurting the most when Thea got close to my armpit. I just had to get over it. What the hell is a few hours of pain?

I'm told the tattoo will be 240, so i pull out my green card. [ew, i fucking hate money.] I only get charged 140, and don't ask any questions. I lay down and here the needle start up. I swear there are more nerves in my arm then all of the rest of my body put together right now. I get over it.

Directions back are simple. We make it no trouble. My arm stings, but i'm definately satisfied. An hour into the trip I get a call from Reid. I give him my credit card number and finish paying. I'm upset, but i get over that too.

Kentucky

This weekend Katey and I will embark upon another excruciatingly long trip to Kentucky. I moved back to VA from KY around 2 years ago. I love it there, but Richmond is exciting. Kentucky is rich with pleasure and comfort but Richmond is bold and fierce, she keeps my blood flowing.

I have this unexplainable fear of going, this little terror inside of me. Katey shares this with me. We're both always so OMG WHAT WILL GO WRONG. It's annoying.

We're going for a party. Heh, what a thing to travel hours and hours for. This party though is like no other. It's excellence at its best. I don't talk about it though. She doesn't either. I hope whatever happens is worth the excitement I've built up in myself.

I'm going to see a former lover. Someone I dated when I was much younger, but someone who meant so much to me. It should be interesting. I'm also going to see someone who I love mucho. He's got my dress. What's funny though is it wasn't left behind because of sex. I just forgot it. I don't need it back though, just excited to get to see him. I've missed him so.

Chuck, the driver, is going to drive fast. I just know it.

I'm going to be kept on the edge of my seat. It's going to be a sweet arrival.

yeah

uhm, we'll see where this goes.