bitters
A thick, 90 degree haze has blanketed Nashville for the past couple of days. That sweet, sick, summer mischief is setting in. The week isn't even over & I've been to Springwater three times already. Last night we caught an incredibly amusing act opening up for Lone Official--I think they called themselves "Tuxedo Kill" or something similar. Two whiteboys with machines and megaphones jerking awkwardly around the filthy joint, spending more time on the floor than the stage, screeching and stripping down to Speedoes. I'm still rather sure that the little guy thinks it was me & not G who gave his little white butt a wedgie. It was fantastic.
Other bits:
1. G & I are making small progress on our insect collection. Well, I have about 2 contributions.
2. I wish that more women would use tampons. The horror of the week is administering drug tests to women who don't and can't seem to put the piss bottle under the proper hole.
3. I'm being poked. Bye.
Other bits:
1. G & I are making small progress on our insect collection. Well, I have about 2 contributions.
2. I wish that more women would use tampons. The horror of the week is administering drug tests to women who don't and can't seem to put the piss bottle under the proper hole.
3. I'm being poked. Bye.