Went to some dumb bars last night with the boys and drank raspberry beers, a big pink bow and some flowers I found in spring trees in my hair. Went to the circus (another bar), which was super bro’d out and crowded, but these guys with epic beards were playing the cello, accordion, and banjo singing songs like “ALCOHOL, SAINT ALCOHOL” and “ALABAMA, ALABAMA!!!” with was hilariously good to dance to. And there was this guy wearing a sound responsive LED shirt, fuck yeah! And then it poured rain everywhere and I was dancing in it barefoot, but marc hates rain, so we ran home and shivered and the flowers had dyed my hair pink and yellow. Today we woke up, cuddled forever, grabbed the most amazing lobster bisque at Le Dog and went to borders for tea and books. Marc found an amazing trip book and I drooled over tarot and sea creature and chakra and mushroom books I can’t afford cause I spent all of my food and book money on drugs. Now I’ve got my hair in braids and Sailor Moon balls and I’m wearing a rainbow cape and I’m going to look like a goddess when I trip tonight with beautiful Jordan, this warm, amazing hippie chick who might like me? Can’t understand girls… they’re too crazy. But I have bubbles and sharpies and light diffraction glasses to seduce her with, so let’s hope I don’t make a fool of myself. Hm… nervous about money. Hard to come by a job with blue hair, but I will never change myself for anyone ever again!!!!!