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i start gallery37 today. i hate the idea of being back in a routine, and i also hate the idea that they gave me such inconvenient hours, 12-4. but it'll be nice to make some sweet moola. im gonna need it to pay for all the drugs that i plan to do over the summer.
yesterday was a good day. went to the pride parade. or we were at least in the vicinity. alla doe's homos, gawd i was about to puke. im still curious how much those rainbow anal beads were. jeremy and i were having loads of fun watching susie and moira try on shoes, but when the guy who works there got all pissed for us filming susie while she was changing, we decided to get up outta der. on our way there, we walked by the alley, the hardcorest of the hardcore store, and being the punkest we decided to yell argh into the door and then run away. we saw the ugliest women ever, who turned out to in fact be a man. Denis;s place has pumpitup. pumpitup is for losers. DDR is where its at. I admit that pumpitup has better songs, but Its called dance dance revolution for a reason. its because it ignited the revolution of dancing video games. it was here first and it will be here long after all of these imitators go the way of the sliderule.
well anyhow the show was good. the lead singer of the first band really pissed me off. not only was he wearing a glass jaw trucker hat, but he used the expression: "gay as hell". and he wore he shorts so that everyone could see his ass, and he just acted like an asshole all night long. all of that and he was asian. gawd i wanted to stab him in the face. so we left and we went outside. katie was there. and i must admit she was lookin mighty fine. we went to potbellys. we returned and watched a fairly good band. all of the teeny-bopper loser girls (who i assume were from evanston, even though guzy says theyre not) were in the front being dumbass bitches. they stole like every subculture's dance and fucked it up. they couldnt skank, they couldnt mosh, they couldnt headbang, they couldnt even synchronize jump for gods sake. and as katie stated quite nicely: those whores wanna take all of the attention away from the bands and put in on themselves. and then i said that wanted to take a shit on evanston.
that thing onmy face is a teardrop, not a mole. guzy drew it on me to make me looks like badass, and i think it works. it means that i killed a man. for alot of the show, it was just susie and i dancing, i kind liked it cus i had alot more space. i dont mean to brag, but guzy and i are quite possibly the best frolickers ever. i was so tired by the end of the night. i didnt get to sleep until 1:30 and i got up at 7:30. im gonna be so tired this week cus im going the three shows, not including the simple plan cover band that jeremy and i are planning to see on saturday. but everyone should come to the blood brothers on sunday, cus that;ll be the hip place to be.
oh yeah the casualties were on fuse. i laughed.
yesterday was a good day. went to the pride parade. or we were at least in the vicinity. alla doe's homos, gawd i was about to puke. im still curious how much those rainbow anal beads were. jeremy and i were having loads of fun watching susie and moira try on shoes, but when the guy who works there got all pissed for us filming susie while she was changing, we decided to get up outta der. on our way there, we walked by the alley, the hardcorest of the hardcore store, and being the punkest we decided to yell argh into the door and then run away. we saw the ugliest women ever, who turned out to in fact be a man. Denis;s place has pumpitup. pumpitup is for losers. DDR is where its at. I admit that pumpitup has better songs, but Its called dance dance revolution for a reason. its because it ignited the revolution of dancing video games. it was here first and it will be here long after all of these imitators go the way of the sliderule.
well anyhow the show was good. the lead singer of the first band really pissed me off. not only was he wearing a glass jaw trucker hat, but he used the expression: "gay as hell". and he wore he shorts so that everyone could see his ass, and he just acted like an asshole all night long. all of that and he was asian. gawd i wanted to stab him in the face. so we left and we went outside. katie was there. and i must admit she was lookin mighty fine. we went to potbellys. we returned and watched a fairly good band. all of the teeny-bopper loser girls (who i assume were from evanston, even though guzy says theyre not) were in the front being dumbass bitches. they stole like every subculture's dance and fucked it up. they couldnt skank, they couldnt mosh, they couldnt headbang, they couldnt even synchronize jump for gods sake. and as katie stated quite nicely: those whores wanna take all of the attention away from the bands and put in on themselves. and then i said that wanted to take a shit on evanston.
that thing onmy face is a teardrop, not a mole. guzy drew it on me to make me looks like badass, and i think it works. it means that i killed a man. for alot of the show, it was just susie and i dancing, i kind liked it cus i had alot more space. i dont mean to brag, but guzy and i are quite possibly the best frolickers ever. i was so tired by the end of the night. i didnt get to sleep until 1:30 and i got up at 7:30. im gonna be so tired this week cus im going the three shows, not including the simple plan cover band that jeremy and i are planning to see on saturday. but everyone should come to the blood brothers on sunday, cus that;ll be the hip place to be.
oh yeah the casualties were on fuse. i laughed.