joubee

No, my last entry wasn't talking about love. Now, looking at it with that in mind, it would have been the dumbest thing in the world and you would have a right to call me a jackass. No, it was a substance that was making me do that, which is funny... the substance perhaps mimics a bit of love no?

So, I just returned for a two week tourplaying cmj and then a bunch of towns. That was nice and i don't want to be home. Home means X boyfriends, watching other people do shows while I drink, bills and wasting life on Netflix. hmmmmmmm.... Mario Bava is tonight!

I have an article coming out in the mercury today I think:

http://www.portlandmercury.com/portland/Content?oid=34844&category=34029

Update: So get this. I went on a date last night with a boy I met on tour who is probably as fine like wine as it gets. He does music like Iron and Wine and has skinny little theighs..mmmm. But the point is, I go and meet him and we drink for two hours until he finally drops the bomb that he is totally sick with the flu and was going to the bathroom every hour to puke. I thought he just must have had the tiniest bladder in the world. Isn't that gross and sweet? He was trying to hide it for my benefit until he finally realized that he needed to reveal why downing beers may not be such a good idea.