fadedorion

today, a slayer ticket fell into my lap. tonight, all hell breaks loose.

heres the play-by-play

waiting for the shitty first band to get the fuck off stage.

slayer enters.

drunken battery.

too much old E + too much rough housing.

i figure i have to die the third time i see slayer, anything else would be uncivilized.

more people need leaky showers.

i think i sold my soul for rock 'n roll.

i successfully avoided jail.

my lovergirl has gone away to quite possibly the largest gathering of prime trim and im not there.

guitar center denied me my credit card goddamnit.

i have an date with the judge on friday and i have a sneaking suspicion that hes going to ask for thirty days of my life. fuck that. new york or california, or somewhere in between.

good news, no jail.

my night consisted of Old E and classical guitar, peas and carrots i says...peas and carrots

so it turns out that Cilla and Bait weren't as good of friends as i thought, i woke up and found Bait in Cilla's jaws of doom, she turned Bait to goo, so we will say she won this round.

i got a spider, i named her Cilla. the lady at the pet store said that she would eat pinkies. i immediately thought of my littlest finger and said, "pinkies?" and wiggled mine in front of her, she said no and went away and came back with a newborn mouse, it looked like an aborted fetus, she said, "these are pinkies" then she threw it...
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