Just letting my feelings take control of my fingers..

Last night. wow. Most SKETCH night of my life. I arrive at C'est La Vie around 8ish, and Matty and I head to Casa Cappuchino for a little coffee time. I love Matty and coffee dates. We walked through the RIB-FEST area, checking out all the booths (my personal fav "Uncle Sam's from New Mexico" and Matty's fav "The Purple Pig") just seein' what the whole deal was about. That's where the best night goes a little sour. I felt like a COMPLETE outcast at this show. It was "crust punk" straight up... and I was dressed like I fell out of an American Eagle ad campaign. I got the weirdest squint eyes all night from the moehawks and sleeveless denim/studded guys.
Basically I sat at the door until well after midnight. Matty kept coming over to check on me, which was totally appreciated since my booth was HOT AS HELL and I was getting really irritated.
After the show I was supposed to sleep at Mattys... but Tracy was all like "I need you to come to the after party with me" so Matty and I agreed to me stopping by the party for a bit, then heading to his place. WELL Tracy ended up workin' those holey pants of hers and got fresh with a moehawk until well after 8 this morning.
I did my time, seriously. I NEVER want to hear Dayglo Abortions or anything of that nature EVER again. Nor do I ever want to see the "Jew" kid ever again. Too hyper//ADD//rap-tastic for me. Seriously, I thought he was spastic... and when he rapped to me (like his own lyrics) I nearly died inside laughing.
Anyways, Trace and I got to her place around 8:30 and got into bed for a little four hour nap. Well I got maybe an hour in before her alarm went off and my mom came to get me.
Work was ridiculous tonight. So so so dead.
I work tomorrow early, then off to a baby shower for Kristen's monster...
Umm... I love you and I want to just be near you again.