Bra's, Anthony Kiedas, bands and my birthday party

[rockfotze]

• I had a quiet weekend spent at mum's which was meant to save me me money, which was to go towards Christmas presents, but instead I spent it on myself. I got a bra fitting for the first time in my life, since everyone's always making a fuzz about how 8 in 10 Aussie women are wearing the wrong bar size. So I got measure up and am NOT the 12C I always thought I was, but in fact 10DD. So I have enormous boobs but I have a skinny little back! Yay? All the bra's for 10DD were hideous, but they had the most amazing 12D bra's which fitted me like a dream and make my boobs look so, so amazing. It was pretty bloody exciting, actually, having so much support while also having incredible cleavage. Yeah I'm shallow, you'll get over it.
  
  
• I am reading Scar Tissue, Anthony Kiedas' autobiography (he's the singer of the Red Hot Chili Peppers, by the way). Fuck I'm enjoying it. Sure I knew a lot of the general stuff seeing as how I was OBSESSED with the Chili Peppers all through high school, but knowing so much about the man who was a hero of mine from the tender age of nine years old. Wow, it's pretty shocking. Now I'm remembering why I love RHCP so much or so long, their older music was awesome, just this unrelenting, punk rock, funk, LA mayhem with rap and funky bass and crazy dancing. Now I hear their msuic and I get angry and upset. Who are these old mean and where did they put the Red Hot Chili Peppers I used to love!?
  
  
• As a direct result of reading this autobiography I'm once again summoning the courage to form a band of my own. It's something I need to do but I don't know how and holy shit does the idea of it scare me to death. How do I find like-minded people when none of my friends are interested in forming a band with me? Who'd want to be in a band with me anyway, particularly when it'll most likely be a self-indulgent tribute to myself. And I can't write songs, stories yes, but I've never been good at songs. And I have not a musical bone in my body. And yet I NEED to be in a band, give it a go. Fuck, I dunno how to do it though.
  
  
• My birthday party this Friday. I'm scared to death that no one will turn up, which will be upsetting and humiliating. And writing it here in my LJ which no one reads any more is really not going to help.