The good the bad and the friday.
Friday was dope and mushroom head so I was happy and excited all fucking day, but the happier I tried to be the worse my day got. I get to work and today is payday (yay) I get my check and it was off 40 hours (piss). At 3pm I am about to leave and go take Sarah to the post office (yay) then my boss tells me I have to attend a meeting about some stupid error on the w-2 forms (damnit). I leave the meeting close to 4 and now my head hurts but I am going to the show and on my way to get Sarah (ok not so bad) well traffic is stuck and it makes me late to getting Sarah to the post office, and in return she feels I fucked her over (FUCK). It is not like I didn’t try I was speeding 30 over in a car pool lane when I could.
Show up to the show (eh) the mood and excitement of it all was lacking and if it wasn’t for dope, and the fact that I haven’t seen mushroomhead live, I think I would have rather gone home.
Show up to the show (eh) the mood and excitement of it all was lacking and if it wasn’t for dope, and the fact that I haven’t seen mushroomhead live, I think I would have rather gone home.