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From the astrology page of The Onion:
Libra: A poet once said "Every one who lives must also die / But love kills not, nay, nor can one die of a broken heart." Therefore, you must now purchase a gun.
Hmm... The show went over well, I guess, we played for a bunch of douchebags and a handful of decent people. Didn't get a lot of applause, and got lots of requests for shit that we will never play. B ut we did pull of a hilarious version of Skynrd's "Simple Man" (by request, of course) that totally butchered it, none of us had ever played it before, much less with each other, and nobody knew the words, so Kotzur just shouted obscenities and scatted through the song. He also led the band in a rousing rendition of The Star Spangled Banner, which I think pissed some of the rednecks off. Awesome. We generally fucked around onstage for about three hours. It was a good time, I suppose.
Shitty weekend. Things came to a head (again) at home, and it is now official that I will be Doobie's next roommate. When, however, is going to be an issue, because the guy whose room I'm taking may take six weeks to get out, which for him I guess is only fair. But I've already started packing.
I am irritable and have spent too much time in bed. There are reasons for these things.
Libra: A poet once said "Every one who lives must also die / But love kills not, nay, nor can one die of a broken heart." Therefore, you must now purchase a gun.
Hmm... The show went over well, I guess, we played for a bunch of douchebags and a handful of decent people. Didn't get a lot of applause, and got lots of requests for shit that we will never play. B ut we did pull of a hilarious version of Skynrd's "Simple Man" (by request, of course) that totally butchered it, none of us had ever played it before, much less with each other, and nobody knew the words, so Kotzur just shouted obscenities and scatted through the song. He also led the band in a rousing rendition of The Star Spangled Banner, which I think pissed some of the rednecks off. Awesome. We generally fucked around onstage for about three hours. It was a good time, I suppose.
Shitty weekend. Things came to a head (again) at home, and it is now official that I will be Doobie's next roommate. When, however, is going to be an issue, because the guy whose room I'm taking may take six weeks to get out, which for him I guess is only fair. But I've already started packing.
I am irritable and have spent too much time in bed. There are reasons for these things.