Loserpalooza

FUCK, now it's August.

Lollapalooza is this weekend, and I'm hoping I see some celebrities about town. Perez Hilton is CLEVERLY throwing a Lollapalooza party at the HARD ROCK cafe. That's a really good idea to get everyone pumped up for the weekend festivities, because there is a bartender there with a three foot mohawk. They probably all have tongue piercings too!

The whole time living in Chicago, I have only seen two celebrities, and they barely qualify as celebrities: Dave Navarro and his sad looking band walking down Milwaukee Ave (before I realized it was him, I felt sorry for these douchey clueless looking guys in all their Alley gear and 90s alternative hair cuts strutting around the Double Door like high schoolers from the suburbs...tee hee) and SANTINO, which was much more meaningful. It was right after he unfairly lost Project Runway, and he was stalking* around Marshall Fields with a hat and sunglasses. We followed him for awhile and then he noticed and I was too nervous to talk to him.

*i say stalking, because he looks like a beanstalk, though I was the one stalking.

Anyway, I think it will be really fun to hear what celebrities are in town, and then type up stories about them to make them sound like miserable people, and send them to Perez Hilton.

I'm feeling crappy today. Mark and I got into a dumb fight last night that wasn't really a fight, more like me crying about failing in life and acting like the future is a huge cage I'm slowly stepping into, and Mark feeling like I was talking about him. I wrote him an EMAIL about it today. I hadn't taken that step yet. Am I just exacerbating the situation? Meow meow I'm depressed. He hasn't responded yet. BLah. I had a clever dream about the word "masturbation" but I can't remember it.

I really love jezebel.