So...
I met Amanda fucking Palmer. What a fucking babe. *insert gutteral moan*
And I got into a fight last night. Drunk girl punched a friend, I tried to pull drunk girl off, drunk girl punched me in the ear. Would have been ok but my face was pushed against the brick wall outside work. I think the free booze helped my face stop hurting, but now I just hurt all over. And I have to shower and clean the restaurant in an hour.
I got really high on Thursday night and went to an electropop gig, ended up texting my friends "Electropop should be called electroshit. Just quietly." It was fucking poetic.
Why is my life not more interesting?
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er, Congratulations!
ReplyDeleteDid you know that between them, the two main paragraphs of your post contain every single letter of the alphabet! Well, of course you did!
Methinks your life is more interesting than you think! ;)
OK then,
All The Best!
(oh, and Greetings from Wilton!)
You make me giggle, Bluemoon. It's a shame you no longer follow me.
ReplyDeleteOh, I thought that [insert pathetic excuse here] waffle waffle waffle!
ReplyDeleteBut hey, OK then - consider y'self um, re-followed - ooo-er! ;)