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So, my band played possibly its last show for a while on Thursday and in typical fashion, half the bar cleared out within a song, the remaining onlookers fucking loved it and a gorgeous girl with a big-nose cuteness going on made some vague remark about goose-biting my ass (I guess I shoulda made a move, eh?). Also involved was a display of fire breathing off the end of a beer bottle, which resulted in someone's cell-phone catching on fire, as well as much writhing and inevitable muscle pain on my part. And inevitable it was, because in combination with my routine of sleeping on the couch instead of my bed, I'm really aching. All in all, was a good time. We'll be playing there again and we made 57 bucks, 35 of which was from the bartender who just kept throwing money at us. I will never say cleric doesn't make an impact on people. And I guess that's the best I can hope for.

In hindsight, making out with big-nose cutie would have been a real treat. If only I had a little more balls in that department, a lot of my woes about the ex would be more rapidly dwindling. Instead, I'm basically dying to have anything that feels like companionship and it rules my days. I really just need to get on tour or something. A cleric show every night will undoubtedly release any normal Nickness from my being and let me loosen up a little (well, a lot, hopefully).

And, in more news, last night I popped my frat party cherry and god damn, do I want it back. Actually, the whole thing was stupidly entertaining and I had many a good laugh at the cookie-cutters' expenses. We left and found another party that was a lot cooler but didn't have much time to hang around, so maybe next time. Damn, you know, it feels good to leave the house and stop moping. Imagine that...

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