Kiss my lips and taste my pain
I've spent a lot of today getting my ass kicked by a story. I'm in the "fill in the missing pieces" stage of editing, and for every section I fix, another section falls apart, like I'm working with dough that keeps tearing.
Things I forgot to say about the Cobra Starship show: inkjunket and I were standing in the 'adult' section, up the stairs by the bar, looking down on the pit. Most of the people up there were parents/guardians watching their teenage kids sparkle and scream for Gabe Saporta, and my total favorite part was between the Metro Station and Cobra Starship sets, listening to the roar that would occur in the pit when someone thought they saw Gabe's purple sweatshirt, and the oddly similar roar that would occur by the bar when the Patriots scored.
The subject line of this post was a perfect emo moment during Metro Station's set. The bendy bassist of my heart sang that line and inkjunket looked at each other and just clutched our hands over our hearts because, SRSLY.
I'm watching The X-Files now as I'm contemplating making some sort of dessert-like baked good. I put on the end of season five, and my heart broke all over again seeing the X-Files go up in flames, and right now, after the movie and the beginning of season six, Mulder's being a total ass and running of with the foul Fowley and leaving Scully behind, mere minutes after telling Scully her science was wrong, which is sort of like telling Gabe Saporta that no one wants to dance. I think I might need to make an extra-large pan of brownies. With frosting.
Things I forgot to say about the Cobra Starship show: inkjunket and I were standing in the 'adult' section, up the stairs by the bar, looking down on the pit. Most of the people up there were parents/guardians watching their teenage kids sparkle and scream for Gabe Saporta, and my total favorite part was between the Metro Station and Cobra Starship sets, listening to the roar that would occur in the pit when someone thought they saw Gabe's purple sweatshirt, and the oddly similar roar that would occur by the bar when the Patriots scored.
The subject line of this post was a perfect emo moment during Metro Station's set. The bendy bassist of my heart sang that line and inkjunket looked at each other and just clutched our hands over our hearts because, SRSLY.
I'm watching The X-Files now as I'm contemplating making some sort of dessert-like baked good. I put on the end of season five, and my heart broke all over again seeing the X-Files go up in flames, and right now, after the movie and the beginning of season six, Mulder's being a total ass and running of with the foul Fowley and leaving Scully behind, mere minutes after telling Scully her science was wrong, which is sort of like telling Gabe Saporta that no one wants to dance. I think I might need to make an extra-large pan of brownies. With frosting.