Lissy Trullie truly sucks

i've seen this chick open for the virgins twice now and each time the most intriguing thing about it has been the fact that her hands are the freakiest things i have ever seen. LOOK at these. they look like alien tentacles or something.

so she's been gaining a lot of positive press lately which really irks me considering the music is pretty terrible. i mean, just because you're an ex-model/lesbo who has recently been featured on sophomore's site and hanging with cory kennedy so much she's blogging about you does not give you an vip access pass to stardom, does it? 

and on top of all this she's a real jerk.  when i saw her last at johnny brenda's, my friend mike was outside smoking after the set and the band was out there so he asked them a question, or was saying congrats, or something and she completely ignored him to the point where he was offended. and mike doesn't get offended easily.  seriously? you were playing johnny brenda's, not MSG and your biggest (only) fans in the place were step-sister brittany, cousin randy and the rest of the 'trullie' gang who were annoyingly singing along to your crappy lyrics abt chicks and taking rapid photos the whole time.

lame.

broke(n)

so i've always been pretty broke, but this week I'm ESPECIALLY broke. Which, I can live with. I'm just calling living off of one Luna bar a day, one light and fit yogurt and possibly a pb&j for dinner (the sandwich, not the band; tho possibly just the band if I end up not being able to afford the sandwich. we'll see) me "going on a diet."

but, the reason why I'm broke is because I'm brokEN. which kinda pisses me off, almost as much as A not wanting to go see my

 ex-notboyfriendbutiguesswewerekindadating's band, play tonight at Piano's.  j/k A, it pisses me off more that I'm broken.

So, backstory:  Two weeks into me moving to NYC, A, S, A's co-workers and I went out for a night on the town.  So everything was great; great laughs, great convos, great bourbon, great pizza along the way, and then all the sudden I was on the ground in hysterics with a broken collarbone.  Apparently, one of the coworkers either tackled me or tripped me or something. It doesn't really matter how it happened. bottom line is I was broken, badly, and it sucked. 

Anyway, I couldn't work for a while (obviously, needing surgery and such) and now I'm feelin' the bank account pain.  So this is my entertainment for the week/weekend:  

p.s. those cigs were free. I got them when i went home this past wkend. (I had an appt w. the surgeon) philly bars l-o-v-e giving out free cigs, which is why I'll always love philly bars. xox

seven (7)

player.

just because i don't hate you doesn't mean i like you

so i think that at first thought, boys would think i'd be a really good wedding date, then they think about it a little more, and realize i'd probably get very drunk and close talk with their grandfather and older cousins and then drunk dial an exboyfriend in the corner and then disappear. so i'm often invited to weddings and then disinvited. but anyways. that and i openly hate a lot of boys that aren't dave thompson. and they know it.