gayballs

Huh. Ugh.
Hi.
I'm at a show. I don't know anyone here so I'm WRITING A BLOG FROM MY PHONE.
Because I'm a huge winner.

Actually, that's not true. I know the drummer of one of the bands. Torche is that band, and it makes sense that I'd know at least one of them. They're from Miami, after all. The dude saw me and gave me a huge hug, but I'm not entirely sure he knows my name.
Still, I'm in this for the hug.

they're a great fucking band and they're poised to one day own the metal world. If you could call what they do 'metal.'

I can't wait for them to start. Unfortunately I have to wait through Lair of the Minotaur first.

The show starts at ten even though doors were at 8 and I've been here since about 7.
The show's lateness means that I've got time to kill. Also, it means I have to rush home right after the band I'm here to see plays. No staying for Boris, unfortunately.

I can't smoke cigarettes now because I have a wicked case of the shits. I don't wanna worsen that in a place where the nearest bathroom is the kind of place where drunk guys piss and shit all over the toilet seat.

I've been staring into my phone for a solid two hours. Everyone in Miami is asleep. Gay.

Work is hard. But maybe it'll get better?

I'll tell you what's good. Seeing elizagirl on the weekends. When I'm with her, even though we eat A LOT, its still the healthiest I eat during the week. She gives me the weekends to look forward to, and I appreciate the shit out of that.

caca-piss