boundcreature

last night, i had another fucked up and shitty dream:

i was in a public restroom, taking a leak in a urinal when suddenly i realized that i was pissing blood. it occurred to me then, that i must've contracted some fucked-up STD and almost immediately upon thinking "STD" i turned my head and realized that ANIMAL the singer of the punk band THE ANTI-NOWHERE LEAGUE was at a stall on the opposite side of the room. so, i shake off and zip up and go over there.

Me: Hey, Animal...
Animal: Who are you then?
Me: Jordan, I interviewed you a couple summers ago, remember?
Animal: Oh, right... Hows it been mate?
Me: Um, I'm pissing blood. I figured you would know what I've got?
Animal: Something awful.
Me: Oh.. Ok.
Animal: Good luck mate.

Why the hell do I have dreams like this and the one I had the other night (in the last entry)? Isn't that retarded. Man, I was so psyched when I woke up this morning and realized that was a dream...

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Saw THE RED ELVISES tonight. I am becoming jaded. Now that I work full-time, I just don't feel like going to shows that do not end in absolute fucking chaos and screaming people. I have little interest in seeing bands that I've seen numerous times. I have little interest in going to shows where everyone stands around. No bad on the part of THE RED ELVISES, they were entertaining as shit, as usual. I guess I'm just dying for an experience like seeing The Adicts, or Stiff Little Fingers or being able to bounce at an Independents or Kings of Nuthin' show again. Boston has been fucking boring lately.

I am becoming a better dinner partner though. Those of you who keep on this journal may recall that I had dinner with my friend Rachel a few months ago and managed to launch a small percentage of my "riblets" onto her arms and plate by accident while eating. Tonight, I managed only to splash her (somehow) with the water from my drink while playing with my straw. (You cannot take me anywhere).

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Sunday was cool. Sunday was a good day.

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I am so fucking tired.