infiltration
well its finally snowing here in virginia. awsume. anyways on saturday me and my friends becca and alex went up to georgetown to do alittle christmas shopping. alex and i looked through one of those creepy latex magazines at commander salamander which was 20 dollars i might add. afterwards we decided to head over to some lutheran church over in judiciary square for this punk flea market that was going on. and this flea market is the reason as to why the three of us are going to hell. anyways we get there and all the doors are locked and this indie fucker runs up to the door and lets us in so we go in there and the market is in a room thats no bigger than my living room with tables all along the the walls with t shirts, patches, books, cloths, cds, and beaded jewelery (yes i said beaded jewelery) all of which were used of course and a small area cleared out for bands to play. the room smells like no one but us has had a shower in months and it is crawling with emos and vegans. about 20 minutes of being there this accoustic band begins their set and everyone is shushing us and us being the ur everyday loveable rude asshole to people like that paid them no attention.the vegans were all in a circle on the floor eating their arugula out of a bag only dinner. and watching this shitty band play their shitty music and trade their instruments before each song which is just plain dumb. the second band,s lead singer looked like he wished he was in weezer or how ever u spell their name. anyways we were getting looks from the people at the front door because we didnt pay the required 6 bucks at the door which i wasnt gunna pay even if they came over and told me to. and to top itoff all the money made that night went to homeless families in dc. hahahaha so basically what we did was take things for our enjoyment and left without giving a fucking pemny to the homeless. so if any emo who was there who stumbles on to this entry who had anything to do with that emo ass poser flea market, heres a message courtasy of becca, alex, myself and all of us here in thw W.Y.C. crew. later bastards