Before I start ranting, if you are one of the few people who have a MySpace account, you’re obligated to
add this band. Guess whose! We are an exception to 99% of the bands here that are too afraid to play prog. Embrace it.
It’s a delicious one. However, there is one absolute necessity.
This pizza:
Should not be ordered and delivered to my house in five minutes under the time it took to get through the motherfucking drive-through at McDonald’s.
I started here:
Ten full minutes later, I was here:
Ten after that, I was gone.
I should not have time to get bored enough to start taking pictures in a drive-through, much less able to order a pizza in under this time frame.
On the note of the said phone I took those pictures with, I should not use it, and five minutes later come back to a small scratch in the center of the screen, while it had been closed the entire time. I’m convinced there are cell phone pixies that burst into dust to more easily slide in the crack in my phone, scratch it dead center to intentionally irritate me, then re-materialize into their casual pixie form and fly off snickering.