The Rabbit's Foot: Chapter Two

I wake up, its a little after three pm, I'm a little hung over, but I take some pills, they help. I sit in my room getting ready until about six. There's a party tonight at nine, A Rollerdisco Rave. That's my kinda party.
God I love trance.
One of my girlfriends calls and we talk as I put my makeup on, I love makeup, it makes all my flaws go away.
The world is not viewed through a static television.
The clock on my IM says its 6:07, so I leave some bulletins on myspace and sign off. I'm off to the sushi bar to meet some of my 'friends'. Ha, like any of those losers could really call themselves my friends, but whatever they pay to eat with me. I'm not a bad person, I just don't want to be tainted or lowered by these people, I shouldn't lower my standards but have them raise theirs. But I digress.
I get there, and watch the 'people' just shovel 'food' into their mouths. It looks more like a trash truck dumping waste into itself, repulsive. This takes up about an hour and one half of my time, so that makes it, 8:12, according to my sidekick. After I lose some weight in the bathroom and brush my teeth I'm off to the roller rink. Most people hate being first at a party, but I'm not like most people. I get there first and make myself known, like the first band in the wave of a genre, everyone else is just a poser.
God I love trance.
The lights feel like electrostatic, like the feeling when your foot's asleep, mixed with a full body orgasm. I slide around and around like an ice skater, and the hours go by. The water tastes so fucking good! It feels like being a thousand feet in the air, the rush of a rollercoster, when the lights start flashing and swirling around me.
God I love trance.
I walk to my locker and open it, there's my purse, my sidekick, and a brown envelope I don't remember putting in there. I don't really notice it at the time, I get my shoes and walk out to my Focus. I sit in the driver's seat, and open the envelope. Out slides a rabbit's foot keychain and a CDR. Its says "Who am I?" on it. I put it in my cd player and....

-Sir Jestro