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last night was fun. the paper bullets were awesome, as usual. so was m.o.t.o. so was mucus. i didn't see twice pipes, because i was tired. unfortunately, i didn't get to purchase the paper bullets record, as i am broke, but i am going to try to get them to hold one until i have he money. red clear vinyl. yum. man, it's awesome that m.o.t.o.'s going to be at sxsw. i wish i could've gone with. damn work.
after the show, i picked up nyssa, taco bell, and dropped off kevin before heading to rich and malana's. they were playing an awesome board game rich got called "zombies!!!" and watching an amazing zombie movie, called "zombie" by lucio folce. to give you an idea, there's one scene that contains nudity and is accompanied by a shark and a zombie, battling underwater! fucking sweet. i passed out on the couch in the basement. i came back up to catch the second half of m.a.s.h. funny stuff. donald sutherland is a great actor. after that, i went back downstairs to pass out again. i was dreaming about weird shit, like threatening paul with a used q-tip. then i woke up. only i couldn't open my eyes. i couldn't move at all. i felt a steady pulsating go through my arm. it's tempo increased until it developed into a vibration. it came to a climax and halted. then the same thing happened in both arms. then t happened throughout my whole body and all of a sudden i felt my midsection crumple. it was too shocking and forceful to stop. it felt as if i was being attacked. i felt a strong sense of maliciousness towards me as the crumpling continued to cause my whole body to start caving in. my head started to pulsate as if i was on nitrous. i started to see stars in the blackness. i tried to scream for help, but whatever it was was holding my mouth shut. all i could do was whisper, "help me! help me! help me!!" over and over again. at the point where i had accepted death, it all stopped and i opened my eyes. i felt nothing but terror.
when i had come to my senses, i realized that it was probably me suffocating myself with the pillow by accident. i probably got into a weird position that buried my face in it. i was still enough at the time to send me home. i only got a couple hours of sleep.
happy st. patties day, by the way. i will be drinking green beer at work, so if anyone wants to visit my lonely ass, feel free. grumpy's. 1 riverside rd., riverside.
after the show, i picked up nyssa, taco bell, and dropped off kevin before heading to rich and malana's. they were playing an awesome board game rich got called "zombies!!!" and watching an amazing zombie movie, called "zombie" by lucio folce. to give you an idea, there's one scene that contains nudity and is accompanied by a shark and a zombie, battling underwater! fucking sweet. i passed out on the couch in the basement. i came back up to catch the second half of m.a.s.h. funny stuff. donald sutherland is a great actor. after that, i went back downstairs to pass out again. i was dreaming about weird shit, like threatening paul with a used q-tip. then i woke up. only i couldn't open my eyes. i couldn't move at all. i felt a steady pulsating go through my arm. it's tempo increased until it developed into a vibration. it came to a climax and halted. then the same thing happened in both arms. then t happened throughout my whole body and all of a sudden i felt my midsection crumple. it was too shocking and forceful to stop. it felt as if i was being attacked. i felt a strong sense of maliciousness towards me as the crumpling continued to cause my whole body to start caving in. my head started to pulsate as if i was on nitrous. i started to see stars in the blackness. i tried to scream for help, but whatever it was was holding my mouth shut. all i could do was whisper, "help me! help me! help me!!" over and over again. at the point where i had accepted death, it all stopped and i opened my eyes. i felt nothing but terror.
when i had come to my senses, i realized that it was probably me suffocating myself with the pillow by accident. i probably got into a weird position that buried my face in it. i was still enough at the time to send me home. i only got a couple hours of sleep.
happy st. patties day, by the way. i will be drinking green beer at work, so if anyone wants to visit my lonely ass, feel free. grumpy's. 1 riverside rd., riverside.