Dear Diary

Dear Diary,

mo & i went to see joely at the cohen tonight. it fucking' ROCKED. we had awesome seats and the sound was beautiful and we took a bunch of vodka in a water bottle, and we screamed like groupies. joel said that my shout out was cool. damn right.

mo wrote down the set list, but only for the first set (we finished our crystal lite & had a doob down at intermission...oh yeah, and then she lost her pen).

dana & judy & mary-jo were there. they were sitting down below us. we hung out after & talked. they got on the list for the after party.

mo & i hung out downtown for a couple of hours, drinking gin, smoking cigarettes, eating poutine and stumbling around. it was quite a blast. we got stones tickets, you know.

i only took half a happy pill this morning. i am so excited. today was awesome. i cried twice at the cohen, after saying i hardly ever cry. both times took me by surprise, especially the second. but i was not sad, just a little weirded out.

we don't need no after-party anyway. and who cares who's invited ... just don't forget to put roses on my grave.