mrginger

Alrightalrightalrightalrightalright.

I'm cleanshaven for the first time in quite a while. Yesterday some friends had a mustache party, so I shaved my beard into these creepy handlebars. God I felt dirty. I went to work like that too. Whatever though, I make sushi. We're supposed to be a little grimy, in case ninjas attack. I got off work and went to the party, which was winding down dramatically. I think I got the last sputtering beer off the keg. I didn't mind too much. After the last several nights of work and drinking, I was feeling a little pooped. That, and my back was trying to murder me. And I wanted to go shave the creepy thing offf my face, before it took over, and I started acting like the asshole I looked like instead of the one I already am.

I regret missing the bands, namely the last, formerly known as NO RED FLAGS. I heard their rough demo. The Shit.
The hosts played too. & Rock. UNFALLEN HEROES. You can find them on my myspace profile.

Seriously though and fo reals, my back feels like hell. My muscles have grown unaccustomed to the movement of sushi. Last night it put an accidental grimace on my face. The grimace and the 'stache were not a good combination. What would be a better mix? A massage and a hot-tub, probably. Yoga and more sleep, maybe. Cigarettes and whiskey, don't seem to be doing the trick.

Fun hurts. Work hurts..