luis

My room is looking punk rock
Loose translation; it's a mess.

I've got this dresser I bought from a yard sale from the owner of the Chocolate Coffee I go to. It has since imploded. I really wish I kept my old one which had all my stickers:

but that one was too big for this room.

I was going to paint it, but i only got as far as painting it OD green before It fell apart, so I'm living out of laundry baskets.

I hate living out of these baskets. One is clean laundry, the second one is ???, third is dirty.

I won two tickets for a Tsunami Bomb, F-Ups, Whole Wheat Bread show, so I'll probably be leaving for that soon.

On a weird side note, I ran into the owner of the place I get my hair did at the Chocolate Coffee, and he said his nephew (he was the guy who was holding that old man's bleeding nose, while I held his head) is testifying for the old man so the county will pay his medical bills. At least I know now he didn't croak...

I'm not feeling this show, but it's better than staying in.