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Tell it to the owsla
Aug. 4th, 2007 11:52 am
For one reason or another, my blogging style tends to veer away from the type of post where one runs down the list of what happened during the day. But I think this was one of those days whose events deserve to be seen in stark bullet-pointed relief.
( I'll cut it anyway, though. )
I swear, the only place the day can go from here is for my landlord to stop by with a surprise $500 refund check, only to walk in on me while I'm masturbating.
( I'll cut it anyway, though. )
I swear, the only place the day can go from here is for my landlord to stop by with a surprise $500 refund check, only to walk in on me while I'm masturbating.
All 7s Fever
Jul. 8th, 2007 02:36 amAs I approached the front exit of the Hexagon, a little voice in my head started saying something like this:
"Right, so I get why it's hotter outside the rock and roll bar than it is inside. But why would it be louder out there?"
Well, because there's an impressively tight instrumental metal band playing a concert inside a van parked in the fire lane with its doors propped open, that's why.
The moral of the story: Don't bother going to see Gay Witch Abortion play. THEY ARE GOING TO COME SEE YOU.
"Right, so I get why it's hotter outside the rock and roll bar than it is inside. But why would it be louder out there?"
Well, because there's an impressively tight instrumental metal band playing a concert inside a van parked in the fire lane with its doors propped open, that's why.
The moral of the story: Don't bother going to see Gay Witch Abortion play. THEY ARE GOING TO COME SEE YOU.
