So I Didn't See My Love
I got myself some tickets to go see NIN last Monday at Verizon, even though the venue sucked. It was going to be sooo funnn... then, in the parking lot, some dudes came over to listen to Primus, which I was playing and they thought it was cool. One of them apparently slipped a roofie in my drink. After them coming over, I remember nothing. Well, almost. I remember my head hurting and the taste of bread in my mouth. I remember hoping Lindsay would let me sleep on the couch when we got to Sara's, though I didn't even remember that we were there the next morning. I woke up the next morning and looked like death. I still have yellow-blue bruises all over my body, more than a week later.
I need to update this more often, but I'm currently working 35 hours/week at my internship and 30-45 hours a week at BWW. I'm bartending now, which is fun and a little difficult sometimes, but whatever. The money's better.
I'm sorry Trent, that I didn't get to see you, but I still love you.
I need to update this more often, but I'm currently working 35 hours/week at my internship and 30-45 hours a week at BWW. I'm bartending now, which is fun and a little difficult sometimes, but whatever. The money's better.
I'm sorry Trent, that I didn't get to see you, but I still love you.