Jesus, I should update more. But sitting at a computer all day at work makes me not want to do the same when I get home. Then, nothing too interesting has happened in the past week, for better or for worse, so maybe that's why I haven't felt the inclination to write anything. Although I'm pretty sure that the hot girl I met a few weeks ago digs me to some extent, so that's all nice and dandy.
Last Thursday I saw the Lovemakers at Popscene inSF, curious to see how they were with a live drummer. Somehow, a group of a dozen or so perfectly groomed male and female rejects from The OC gravitated toward me in an orgiastic circle pit of grinding, thrusting, groaning, giggling,, and dry humping. Every five seconds my ears with pierced with a shrill "whoooooooo!" as each of the girls seemed to take turns in throwing up their hands to the ceiling and lettiing their sexual energy explode through their mouths, alerting the entire crowd as well as the band to the fact that yes, indeed, they were drunk. I think there was a mist of sweat and semen that floated up from them, permeating the clothes and skin of unsuspecting audience who only wanted to dance in place and watch the band. So, in summation, the body fluid mist (hey! a new fragrance for Calvin Klein to make!) made it hard to breathe, and I'm pretty sure I got crabs. The end.
Last Thursday I saw the Lovemakers at Popscene inSF, curious to see how they were with a live drummer. Somehow, a group of a dozen or so perfectly groomed male and female rejects from The OC gravitated toward me in an orgiastic circle pit of grinding, thrusting, groaning, giggling,, and dry humping. Every five seconds my ears with pierced with a shrill "whoooooooo!" as each of the girls seemed to take turns in throwing up their hands to the ceiling and lettiing their sexual energy explode through their mouths, alerting the entire crowd as well as the band to the fact that yes, indeed, they were drunk. I think there was a mist of sweat and semen that floated up from them, permeating the clothes and skin of unsuspecting audience who only wanted to dance in place and watch the band. So, in summation, the body fluid mist (hey! a new fragrance for Calvin Klein to make!) made it hard to breathe, and I'm pretty sure I got crabs. The end.
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daggers:
yay lets meet up on saturday!
terental:
Next days off are sun, mon, but i think i am meeting billy and daggers at hemlock late of sat, sounds like you are too? give me a call or something. wow, a totaly sober post, things are looking up!