skank_zero

"I'm not even supposed to be here today!"

Isn't that how the line goes? I haven't seen that movie in forever. Well, that's how I felt tonight all through my shift. Sick as a fucking dog, and I still had to drag my ass in. Because you know snot and food service go so well together. Would you like cheese? Guacamole? A big honking booger?

To top it all off, Wed is live music night, so while my head was pounding from the getgo, the comic rock stylings of Goddamn and the Door Slams was not helping matters. Although their bassist does have a great ass, so I guess it wasn't all bad. I didn't even think guys were supposed to have ghetto booties, but yum.

In other, non-work or sick related news, Dee's been banging out some great bass lines and I've been churning out lyrics, so we should have a whole new batch of newness ready to go at our next gig (we've got some tentative shows, but I'll totally pimp them once I have all the details). I hope this time the night doesn't end with some 15 year old shithead puking on Luke's shoes

Look, a pirate! ---> Arrr!

(Confused? Read this thread.)