Rode around shining while I could afford it on the weekend, with plenty ice on my neck so I wouldn't get nauseous. Also watched nearly every league game of the round (odd, as I'm not a total footballhead), drank stupid green apple and pear and sangria drinks, had a very good time with the boys.
Wore a Kangol hat, and wondered if it was appropriate considering a) it's not 1997 and b) I'm not Samuel L. Jackson. Geoff tells me it's no good, but he also hated on my Golden State Warriors snakeskin Adidas sneakers. He may have a point actually. I also got my hair cut by Chris, my old Greek barber. He did a much better job this time. Which is to say, I no longer look like my hair was done by a blind man in the middle of an epileptic fit who lost both hands in an industrial accident and hence has to wield scissors gaffa-taped to his stumps*.
This Friday I'm seeing Lily Allen. I like her music a lot, but really I'm just into seeing Lily Allen herself live. Had to cancel my second fun appointment in a row with Cara. She sent me a message: 'you suck.' True sometimes.
Things got a little silly in my bedroom and two wine glasses ended up smashed on the carpet. Really annoying wearing thongs around my own room. I vacuumed that shit, but I still get the occasional bit of glass in my foot in the morning. You've got to lift your game on the glass-sucking front, Jimmy Dyson.
I really like my room. It's so me. I need a bit of new furniture though. Like, a new bookcase. Time for a trip to Ikea or, if I'm into debt**, a trip to the vintage joints on King St. south.
Wore a Kangol hat, and wondered if it was appropriate considering a) it's not 1997 and b) I'm not Samuel L. Jackson. Geoff tells me it's no good, but he also hated on my Golden State Warriors snakeskin Adidas sneakers. He may have a point actually. I also got my hair cut by Chris, my old Greek barber. He did a much better job this time. Which is to say, I no longer look like my hair was done by a blind man in the middle of an epileptic fit who lost both hands in an industrial accident and hence has to wield scissors gaffa-taped to his stumps*.
This Friday I'm seeing Lily Allen. I like her music a lot, but really I'm just into seeing Lily Allen herself live. Had to cancel my second fun appointment in a row with Cara. She sent me a message: 'you suck.' True sometimes.
Things got a little silly in my bedroom and two wine glasses ended up smashed on the carpet. Really annoying wearing thongs around my own room. I vacuumed that shit, but I still get the occasional bit of glass in my foot in the morning. You've got to lift your game on the glass-sucking front, Jimmy Dyson.
I really like my room. It's so me. I need a bit of new furniture though. Like, a new bookcase. Time for a trip to Ikea or, if I'm into debt**, a trip to the vintage joints on King St. south.
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The band were great, even though I wasn't that familiar with the material, but it wasn't anything amazing. I think a lot of that had to do with the venue though. The atmosphere was, well pretty much non-existent, and not lending to their music at all. If you saw Thunderstruck or whatever that Aussie movie about the AC/DC fans that travel to Bon Scotts grave was called, Metros is where they shot the concert stuff at the start. It's some sort of Thunderdome like knock off that most bands struggle with.
But yeah, next time try harder! Why do you keep missing them?