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my awesome friends Allison and Shailah gave me a call tonight and 30 minutes later I was on my way to see Beulah in northern Kentucky. The fabled Pete of the Naked Penis, formerly known as lost_my_syrup- what happened to you, Pete?- said Beulah in real life are friendly, sketchy toward teenage girls, and invited people on stage, and that all turned out to be true. What he didn't mention is that they can rock the mic like a guy named Rock who lives in Rockville, Maryland. They also played most of my favorite songs of theirs, instead of playing only shit from their new album, because I hate when bands do that, because I usually haven't heard new albums. But they really prove that controlled, un-nasty music can be really fucking sweet. They create this perfect, well-groomed, Aristotelian music. God, how can any of you not want my body?
Also, it turns out Shay has a livejournal! vociferousberet, welcome to my friends page, and to a world of pain and misery. Also, welcome iambabyhair, who I was just saying to Shay and Allison reminds me of one of my friends from highschool only cooler. Also, another old friend who probably doesn't want me dragging her good name through the mud, but is also new to my list. And this is all just from today. Whew!
So, about wanting my body.
Also, it turns out Shay has a livejournal! vociferousberet, welcome to my friends page, and to a world of pain and misery. Also, welcome iambabyhair, who I was just saying to Shay and Allison reminds me of one of my friends from highschool only cooler. Also, another old friend who probably doesn't want me dragging her good name through the mud, but is also new to my list. And this is all just from today. Whew!
So, about wanting my body.