MOSH LIKE YOUR WINGS ARE ABOUT TO EXPLODE INTO LEAVES
I've just had the best weekend ever.
It all began 6am Friday morning with Craigos, Rohan and Corey pulling up to my house and proceeding to sleep in my room for a number of hours. Then we went to town and ate at Hong Fats. I saw my thunderbolt and Craigos and Corey rated the body language. Good dudes. The awkwardly scheduled dinner at Montezuma's didn't go as well as planned but Mexican food was had so needless to say, peoples days were made by a few beans, some tostadas and some corn chips, if having not already been made by being graced with the presence of such wonderful human beings from Melbourne.
The show was the best show ever. Like, ever. I'm glad that Champion etc was on the same night because it filtered out all the undesirable patrons. OH NO I SAID IT BUT I SAID IT NICE OK. Non-stop dancing like a complete fucking fool to In Name and Blood was the best thing ever. Piling on Craigos as he gasped for breath after A Song for the Fallen was extremely great. You're currently reading the livejournal of the evening's Pioneering Piler-Onner (PPO).
Next came dancing at Shotz. Except for Corey who stayed home and played games on my computer. Good dude, enjoys his pickles and his KFC. Friday nights at Shotz are better than Saturday nights because there were only a few people throwing up when I walked in and I could actually see the back door from the entrance. I hate most people a great deal. However there was no sign of Villa!!! Our group of young hooligans owned Rundle Mall as we strolled along its pavement consuming Hungry Jack's and being fucking cool. Hindley Street is the worst place on earth. I do not rate seedy strip joints. Maybe I did when I was 18 but not anymore. ThrAshby loves the beer there though, hahaha.
Craigos throwing up was a rarity that I was lucky enough to witness. Damn those jeans smelt bad! Sleeping for a total of around 9 hours for the entire weekend was very cool. So was cooking up a storm for breakfast yesterday morning. Seeing The Muss happy despite the sad state of the world made me feel warm inside. I enjoy the company of gentlemenly sirs from Melbourne very much.
I liked Saw 2. There was much more blood this time around. I like blood but I prefer it when it remains inside my body.
THIS IS GOING NOWHERE BECAUSE I'M FUCKING GAY. THANK YOU BOYS I LOVE YOU, SEE YOU IN A COUPLE WEEKS.
GOODNIGHT!
It all began 6am Friday morning with Craigos, Rohan and Corey pulling up to my house and proceeding to sleep in my room for a number of hours. Then we went to town and ate at Hong Fats. I saw my thunderbolt and Craigos and Corey rated the body language. Good dudes. The awkwardly scheduled dinner at Montezuma's didn't go as well as planned but Mexican food was had so needless to say, peoples days were made by a few beans, some tostadas and some corn chips, if having not already been made by being graced with the presence of such wonderful human beings from Melbourne.
The show was the best show ever. Like, ever. I'm glad that Champion etc was on the same night because it filtered out all the undesirable patrons. OH NO I SAID IT BUT I SAID IT NICE OK. Non-stop dancing like a complete fucking fool to In Name and Blood was the best thing ever. Piling on Craigos as he gasped for breath after A Song for the Fallen was extremely great. You're currently reading the livejournal of the evening's Pioneering Piler-Onner (PPO).
Next came dancing at Shotz. Except for Corey who stayed home and played games on my computer. Good dude, enjoys his pickles and his KFC. Friday nights at Shotz are better than Saturday nights because there were only a few people throwing up when I walked in and I could actually see the back door from the entrance. I hate most people a great deal. However there was no sign of Villa!!! Our group of young hooligans owned Rundle Mall as we strolled along its pavement consuming Hungry Jack's and being fucking cool. Hindley Street is the worst place on earth. I do not rate seedy strip joints. Maybe I did when I was 18 but not anymore. ThrAshby loves the beer there though, hahaha.
Craigos throwing up was a rarity that I was lucky enough to witness. Damn those jeans smelt bad! Sleeping for a total of around 9 hours for the entire weekend was very cool. So was cooking up a storm for breakfast yesterday morning. Seeing The Muss happy despite the sad state of the world made me feel warm inside. I enjoy the company of gentlemenly sirs from Melbourne very much.
I liked Saw 2. There was much more blood this time around. I like blood but I prefer it when it remains inside my body.
THIS IS GOING NOWHERE BECAUSE I'M FUCKING GAY. THANK YOU BOYS I LOVE YOU, SEE YOU IN A COUPLE WEEKS.
GOODNIGHT!