Screwups
Missed concerts are the true tragedy of the modern age. All those built up hopes, bought tickets and arranged plans dashed under overwhelming opposing forces, unbeatable odds, stupid fucking southern swedish public transportation.
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And yours truly has failed to attend both screaming narced up mexicans singing of ouji board curses and dancing salsa on their heads as well as good dogs doing bad things in pig latin and hard riffs.
I clearly fail at... well I just clearly fail.
Seeking solace in booze and loose men will only last me so long, the time-machine at my local library was booked until june and I used up my third wish two weeks ago...
I need a good concert or a fantastic fuck fast.
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And yours truly has failed to attend both screaming narced up mexicans singing of ouji board curses and dancing salsa on their heads as well as good dogs doing bad things in pig latin and hard riffs.
I clearly fail at... well I just clearly fail.
Seeking solace in booze and loose men will only last me so long, the time-machine at my local library was booked until june and I used up my third wish two weeks ago...
I need a good concert or a fantastic fuck fast.