FUCKIN SHIT
Im so poor. and here's what i miss out on.
my friends amy and elise went to the eagles of death metal/joan jet/some other band concert last night. they were up front rocking out. the band asked them backstage. as far as i know, no one fucked anyone. they hung out with the fucking eagles. had booze bought for them. got numbers. jesse, the lead singer, has been texting amy all day.
i don't wanna blow any band members. but god dammit i might have met em. missed out for the SECOND time in a row. how the fuck does that work.
my friends amy and elise went to the eagles of death metal/joan jet/some other band concert last night. they were up front rocking out. the band asked them backstage. as far as i know, no one fucked anyone. they hung out with the fucking eagles. had booze bought for them. got numbers. jesse, the lead singer, has been texting amy all day.
i don't wanna blow any band members. but god dammit i might have met em. missed out for the SECOND time in a row. how the fuck does that work.