It is SO FUCKING COLD. This is not making me want to go jogging, world. Although since I mysteriously managed to fuck up my shoulder/neck yesterday to the point that I could only lay in bed for hours moaning to Shawna, perhaps I'll use that as my excuse to be a slug today
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Uhhh... bleeding wrist veils?
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Yeah. I had slits in my gloves that allowed me to pull red fabric out of them so it was an arty suicide. It was a Voltaire song, so it matched. But while they worked great in rehearsal, one of em got stuck during the actual show. Always happens, man.
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Ahh. I see. More of an attempted suicide then.
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