Joygasm
Last night I went to the Pixies in an overcrowded mid-sized sedan. It rocked my socks. Kim Deal is so my hero and the reason why I want to be a bass player in a rock band. I was going to throw this bra at Frank Black (a $3 bet that said I couldn't hit him with said bra, and $5 if I used my bra) since we were so close to the stage, but some other chick beat us to the punch. All the band members puzzled over the bra, laughed, and then hung it on the drum kit. A good show, complete with 90s style moshing and crowd surfing. A good time for all involved.
On another note I am dying. I keep hacking up a lung and the pressure in my head is unbearable. My sinuses have staged an insurrection, causing my eyes to get puffy and I can only open them part way. I'm so glad that I have all this work to do, and have class until 9:30 tonight. Ugh.
On another note I am dying. I keep hacking up a lung and the pressure in my head is unbearable. My sinuses have staged an insurrection, causing my eyes to get puffy and I can only open them part way. I'm so glad that I have all this work to do, and have class until 9:30 tonight. Ugh.