things

Yesterday, Dinaz called me at 9:50 p.m. to tell me that her house burned down, and to ask to stay with me. Obviously, I told her that she could stay with me as long as she wanted to. When she finally got to my house at 1 a.m. she told me all about her night, and she was very calm and reserved in spit of loosing 70% of her shit. I got a very clear vision of the sky towards the beach and a fire a few weeks ago, when West left the stove on, and my scooter was broken and I had to take the bus. Who knows the real limits of my psychic powers? I'm the only one who believes in them, but I really feel like they help me a lot.

I feel so bad for her, I can't imagine the added stress of loosing everything and having to find an apartment, especially when school's in session and she's taking 18 units. She had to call Juliana last night to say, "I'm calling to let you know that the house burned down," but seriously, who could ever say that with a straight face. I know I couldn't. I hope I can make her laugh about it, because that's all I can really do for her. I'd like to try to remember that although she came over to my house soaking wet and smelling very heavily of smoke, she managed to grab a backpack full of stuff from her room, her laptop, her sac, and a lighter. lolz. That's my girl.

Other crazy or negative things that have happened to my friends lately:
One friend got evicted, and it having to move out of the city. Her girlfriend also just got arrested and they found 25 hits of acid on her.

Parisa's friend Frey passed away from an overdose last week. Also, Cloyne made national news that week for a bunch of people who were hospitalized for overdosing on weed.

A girl I know came over last week and had a nervous break down.

I got all dressed up in my furturistic warrior outfit, and I went to the love parade on saturday. I realize now that I was dead sober for the whole thing, and I'm glad I was in retrospect. Next year I want to have a lot more fun though. I went to the love parade and my friend Danielle dressed up like a dominatrix. She had a real whip, and was really whipping people. It was .h.o.t. I want to get a whip too.

Last night as I was trying to make myself fall asleep, but I was having a hard time because I had a lot on my mind. I had a realization that I don't like certain sexual activities because of where and how I was touched as a child. Well, maybe I guess, nothing is ever certain in psychology. It made sense to me though.