raging hard-on
I don't know exactly what that title meant but that's the beauty of living in my mind, things don't have to make sense. I just got done watching "Phone Booth." Excellent movie. One of my new favorites. It's amazing how 90% of the movie took place in the exact same scenery, yet they somehow kept it from being boring. Great film-making. Anyways, a lot has been going on lately. I'm still looking for a new job. Making $6.00 an hour at 30 hours a week isn't cutting it. The band had a horrible show at Jughead's on Monday, (it's Friday now) ...well I'm being rash. Our performance was acceptable, not great, but acceptable. What was not acceptable was the corpses occupying the bar that night. First off, there were like 20 people there, max. Secondly, like four guys actually clapped. Two weeks ago, we had the roof blown off that place, and then this? NOT COOL. Whatever, we'll fuck 'em up next time (the 31st.) Yeah, Sam and Beck have been having a little catfight as of late...whatever. Not worth mentioning. I got a haircut and new glasses today. I look like I stepped out of "Geeky Virgins Magazine." Sam says I look good. She has to say that, she's under contract. I am jonesing to play a show and fuck the crowd up. Now that I've had a taste of a REAL crowd, it's all I can think about. Swear to god, we had Jugheads by the balls that one Friday it is my new favorite moment. Hopefully many many more to come. Lookout for The Solutions coming to a club/radio/TV near you. Bitches.