soo... sunday's show was alright, but good times were had.

a shallow grave was much better than expected. ((i was fully expecting them to blow ass, especially because they went on at 7.)) but i enjoyed it. they play very well together.

some piana chic was on next and blew more ass than i had expected a shallow grave to blow. wow. don't get me wrong, she had moments of great talent, but her performance quality sucked intensely.

just before leaving for kyle's to get some green on, i got another call from john. at least this time he only waited a week to call me? it was good to hear from him. still miss him.

came back, drank more. it was whatever.

i got a less-than-friendly 6am wake-up call from michael the next morning reminding me that i was supposed to bring him to the airport. fuck.

and he didn't buy me breakfast, smoke, or gas. he can fuck himself. i won't even pretend his racist jokes are funny anymore. fuck.

i don't really remember much else that has happened recently.

i went to bed extremely happy the other night. woke up even happier. then there were pancakes. that was a great day.

note to self: stop being shady.

also, apparently daniel has been arrested... again...

::sigh::

take care of your tickets, kids.

my right arm is covered in bug bites, bruises, burns and scratches. however, my left side is blank. i feel abstract.