robert plant is effing hot (that's 1970 robert, not 2004 robert)
goodness gracious land sakes alive, i am ready to get the aich outta here. if it wasn't for robby (w., not robby plant), i think i'd lose my effing mind. he's one of my oldest friends that i'ma gonna miss real bad when i move. hopefully him and trina will come to chicago to visit and have some vacation fun. he's like one of those friends that knows what i'm sayin when i speak gibberish, cuz it's like we have our own language sometimes, which rules. they played a show last night at the mountainlair, and this ess was unreal. i sat at the merch table, which was behind the band, so from where i was sitting, i could see the people in the audience, and they were goin bonkers! kids i have never seen before at their shows, were up front dancin and singing every word to their songs! it was crazy as all hale. i can't wait til they become big famous rockstars (cuz they will), because they will show the world that you don't have to be a sucky uptight "i dress like the strokes" snotty "i'm too cool for you cuz i'm famous and i play rock and roll" groupie doin', effed up on drugs craposaurus famous dude to rule. you can wear what you wanna wear, make funny silly jokes, play because you wanna play, not because you wanna impress people and have all fun all the time. some kids came up to rob in between sets, and told him that after they read all the posts about rob and post and i gettin trayshed on ol' peepaw on the emergency message board, they themselves went out and got a bottle (i don't know how, they looked twelve) of old grand dad and totally love it. rob kevin and aaron are gonna hit the big time, i just know it. okay i'll stop gushin about my "in town" buddies, and now i'll say how much i miss my outta town buddies - ann, adriane, nick, paul, jeff, mike, brandon, chealsea w, john j, bill&kate, erica, ryan h, darian, markhuff, durke, kenny, corina, carrie, justin, tyler, stockton, and anyone i missed, jesus aich i miss and love you! adriane left me the cutest testimonial on friendster, i just wanted to weep like a little wee babe, and i tried to write her one, but it just ended up sounding real dumb, so i deleted it. i suck so bad at writing. i miss my freeends!! i never even wanna go to my house anymore, cuz it's so depressing, i just end up drinkin whiskey with rob and passing out on his couch. i drink too much these days, it kinda sucks. it's fun, but i wish i didn't hafta drink all the time. i've also been painting a lot of dead things, and bleeding skulls and bleeding pentagrams. what the aich? i think a. hess, joewhite, and i have an art show coming up, and my stuff is gonna be so creepy and weird, i'm almost afraid to take the shit outta my room. my valentines day card i made for jeff has a bleeding pentogram, a bleeding and a not bleeding skull, and a woman screaming for her life. then on the inside, there's a peecture of slammy the skeleton holding a heart with a lightning bolt coming out of a flying v and flames, and it's like "happy valentines day," but what it's gonna look like is "hi, i'm insane." well, if he hasn't ran for the hills yet, he's probably gonna after i give this to him. what is my effing problem? i go to sleep and see bleeding skulls, and they're beautiful, and i hafta paint this shit, but am i going through some weird-aisse phase? i've always loved skulls and skeletons, but usually they're frolicking with hearts and stars and puffballs, and they're not bleeding, they're....happy? oh jesus, i need a break. i can't wait to go to colorado. it's in like 4 days, and i'm psyched and nervous at the same time. time to go draw something creepy.