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Holy shit, everyone! Los Amigos Invisibles were amazing! I'm still totally buzzing from last Saturday's show. I even bought me a t-shirt and a CD. I got The Venezuelan Zinga Son Vol. 1 'cause I've been after that shit like crazy. I can't find it anywhere for less than 18 bucks. I got it for ten, bitches.
Not everything was bright and sunny at the show, though. Like when this big tall motherfucker chose to walk up and stand right in front of me. Thanks, jerk. With his long-ass hippie hair. Him and his fruit loop friend.
So anyway, aside from friggin' Tanto and the Scone Ranger right in front of me, I've got this cutesie-poo couple behind me just yakkin' away. Who the shit does that? Why does everyone want to talk at a show? You spend so much on tickets and you don't even listen to the band play. And what's more, you annoy the shit out of anyone in your general vicinity. I went to listen to Los Amigos Invisibles and Si Se, not to hear how much you love your girlfriend. No, you can't make a fucking phone call, either. Ass.
And in crappier news, about three weeks ago that ache started hitting me again hardcore. It hit me on a Wednesday night and proceeded to hit me every other night for over a week. It hit so hard I vomited more than once each and every night. So much so that I had nothing left to throw up. Gross, right? So I go to my doctor and ask him to give me something for the pain 'cause all he's given me of ibuprofen and that works for crap.
I find out that my blood pressure has gone up again, and that I've lost ten pounds. Yay me. I'm going in for my physical on the 27th and after that I think I'm just gonna go to another doctor 'cause it's been a year and I'm still dealing with this --whatever the hell it is.
Aaaaand finally, in not crappier news, I went to see No Country for Old Men yesterday with Iván. A pretty good flick, I thought. I'm not spoiling anything by saying this, but I thought it was weird that you see Josh Brolin and Javier Barden for pretty much the whole movie, but really it's about Tommy Lee Jones having an "I'm getting too old for this shit" epiphany.
And so he was, 'cause his ass retired and then he didn't know what to do with his life. Everybody knows that = Oscar.
Whatever. I still liked it.
Yeah, okay. I think that's it for today. Don't forget to comment and tell me how much more awesome I seem to be getting with time. Especially you, Crystal.
¡Pásatelas super duuuper!
I don't know. Swab it! Why do you think we have those expensive swabs?
More dangerous than a handful of Draculas!
Serge
Not everything was bright and sunny at the show, though. Like when this big tall motherfucker chose to walk up and stand right in front of me. Thanks, jerk. With his long-ass hippie hair. Him and his fruit loop friend.
So anyway, aside from friggin' Tanto and the Scone Ranger right in front of me, I've got this cutesie-poo couple behind me just yakkin' away. Who the shit does that? Why does everyone want to talk at a show? You spend so much on tickets and you don't even listen to the band play. And what's more, you annoy the shit out of anyone in your general vicinity. I went to listen to Los Amigos Invisibles and Si Se, not to hear how much you love your girlfriend. No, you can't make a fucking phone call, either. Ass.
And in crappier news, about three weeks ago that ache started hitting me again hardcore. It hit me on a Wednesday night and proceeded to hit me every other night for over a week. It hit so hard I vomited more than once each and every night. So much so that I had nothing left to throw up. Gross, right? So I go to my doctor and ask him to give me something for the pain 'cause all he's given me of ibuprofen and that works for crap.
I find out that my blood pressure has gone up again, and that I've lost ten pounds. Yay me. I'm going in for my physical on the 27th and after that I think I'm just gonna go to another doctor 'cause it's been a year and I'm still dealing with this --whatever the hell it is.
Aaaaand finally, in not crappier news, I went to see No Country for Old Men yesterday with Iván. A pretty good flick, I thought. I'm not spoiling anything by saying this, but I thought it was weird that you see Josh Brolin and Javier Barden for pretty much the whole movie, but really it's about Tommy Lee Jones having an "I'm getting too old for this shit" epiphany.
And so he was, 'cause his ass retired and then he didn't know what to do with his life. Everybody knows that = Oscar.
Whatever. I still liked it.
Yeah, okay. I think that's it for today. Don't forget to comment and tell me how much more awesome I seem to be getting with time. Especially you, Crystal.
¡Pásatelas super duuuper!
I don't know. Swab it! Why do you think we have those expensive swabs?
More dangerous than a handful of Draculas!
Serge