Goooood weekend.. yesterday we practiced and recorded some music, which gave everything a really warped sound and made nickers sound very Karen O-esque. Undeniably hilarious and interesting, no kidding.
The rest of the day was fun, and I soon had a sadistic smile plastered on my face as I watched the expressions of nicole and Cheryl transform from inconspicuous innocence to disgusted horror in a mere 5 minutes. Yes, they read
guts. Palahniuk has been my hero for oh so long, and I was pleased to induce this nauseating masterpiece upon them.
Today I hung out with Clay, seeing how we live so close. We went down to the beach, talked, acted childish and berated ourselves for being lazy asses and not buying tickets for the shins concert. :( I'm sure all the lucky fucks who are there now are having the time of their lives sinking into mercer's mellow, hypnotic voice. Grr.
Alain, nickers and I are insano silly scaries.