2:31 a.m. - 2004-03-07
i thought we'd agreed to go to the casino without cari. and mikes like, "the second show starts at 11."
"second show of the casino?" i was confused.
then hes like, "its not south is it?"
"um, yeah, the reservations are way south."
"no, the show."
"i dont have money to go see a band im only on the verge of liking!"
"whatever, ill pay."
"fine, yeah, its north, on oakland park blvd."
so, we go. im wearing hip huggers, a tiny shirt from express, and flip-flops. not really concert attire-especially coheed concert attire. whatever. shitty night, might as well. i lost my right shoe at least 7 times, there is no longer any nail polish on either of me big toes, and im pretty sure everyone anywhere near me saw my crack. but, i have bruises. so, it was a success. although i felt mad stupid knowing only about 3 words out of about songs. oh well, i pushed people.
now, i go to sleep. hopefully i will awake tired still, and go fall asleep out in the sun and tan/burn more.
bob, my life sucks. it sucks the big one. feel free to visit more of me @ sublime09