Okay guys, I have a confession to make. Last night was really shitty. Well, it wasn't so shitty as much as just weird. I have been couch surfing for the past week and I am already about to die. I didn't realize how important having a home was. I feel like a foster child. I am as cold as ice. I am not willing to sacrafice. Oh sorry. I am kinda high right now. But, it was something I just had to do. Its just one of those days. That a girl really does go through. It's all in the mind though. NOT THAT THAT MEANS ANYTHING. So about last night, well, I was in this apartment in Hollywood with this girl who I just met on Craigslist. The good part was that I met her in the music section. If it had been any other, I would feel like a creep. Her and I didn't do anything sexual. We just played guitar together, then walked up and down Hollywood Blvd. together and had lunch. Then I stayed the night.
Well, here's how it really went. About a month ago, I started looking on Craigslist for female musicians. I wanted to find a singing spot, or another girl who wanted to start a band cause I have songs that I want to sing. Bad. So, she emailed me and I emailed her back. Turns out, she grew up in Washington too. We are both from Seattle. She went to Evergreen State College and I was going to go there, all these things were connecting. When we were at lunch, the guy at the register even asked if we were sisters.
When I showed up at her apartment, I realized I had to find a parking spot. It's not easy to find one in the middle of Hollywood. So, I just parked in a red zone.
Oh man........pardon my memory. I need to add more. So, I showed up and walked in the direction of the Musicians Institute where she attends. We were supposed to meet in front of the place. I felt like a dork because I was standing in front of the Musicians Institute of Hollywood carrying my guitar with no case. I looked like a bum. Then, we had to walk all the way to her apt. with me carrying my guitar out in the open. Now do you understand why men make their women wear long drapes over their body and face in Afghanastan? I didn't want my guitar to get son damaged.
We showed up at her apartment and when we walked in, it was at least 18 degrees hotter inside than outside in the hallway. Immediate heat dehydration. I spotted a mattress on her living room floor and thought "I want to stay here. She has a mattress." So, I set my guitar down and she sat down on the futon and we just sat there in silence with our guitars in our laps. I was thinking "I wonder what she is thinking." Then, I started to strum my guitar. She started to strum her guitar. We strummed for about two mniutes. Then, I said "do you have any songs?" She said "yea, have you ever heard of Melissa Etheridge?" I was like. No. I am dumb.
She started to play Melissa Etheridg’s song titled Come to My Window and Eat My Pussy. She sounded pretty good. Her voice was very loud and on key. She played the whole song the whole way through. Then it was my turn. I said "I can play Mr. Jones" She said, "Really?" So, I started playing. I didn't want to play as good as I really can because I just don't like too right now. I want to keep it to myself. I am still not that sure of myself. I played about 2/3 of the song and then said I couldn't remember the rest. And, I don't. I wasn't lying. So, we made up another part of a song. Then, we just laid around. I passed out on the mattress, she went on the computer and then into her bedroom and I just laid there. Laid there. Hot, sweaty, sticky and drenched in sweat. I didn't want to get up. It felt too good, even though I was sweating my clothes off. I fell asleep and in the middle of the night my bra got too tight, so I took it off. Then, I unbuttoned my pants cause they were all tight and sweaty. There were no sheets, no blankets and no pillows. Just me. I fell into a deep slumber, then I heard her waking up and coming out into the living room. When I opened my eyes, the daylight was shining in the cracks of the blinds. I new that I had "passed" out.
I could tell she was going to come around the corner and look at me to see what I was doing, when I realized that I had better button up my pants. I quickly moved to the corner of the bed which was divided by one of those five sided pieces of wood that are connected on hinges, they are things that you get dressed behind, well, this one was white with black checkers. So, I moved around behind this and quickly buttoned up my pants. She didn'T see anything.
Okay, I really want to finish this story, but I don't think I can right now. My eyes are hurting, and I don't really know what else I would do but just sit here. I don't know, I am thinking that I might stop and then I think no, I want to keep typing. I don't know what else I would do? I don't really feel like moving. I never do. I wish I could sleep all day long. And then maybe wake up in the night sometimes. I totally just got distracted. By these two guys. Yea, so I might take a break for a while.
