Sunday, Apr. 13, 2003 - 8:21 am
Now Playing: Faith No More "Ugly In The Morning"
"You did one thing wrong. You woke up. It looked better before. More - more. And the stomach turns. Say nothing without wasting a word. I know exactly what you meant."
I did one thing wrong today. I woke up.
I saw Bad Religion and Sparta last night. The show was great, the sound sucked (as always at the Joint). Pete Finestone jumped up on drums and played "Fuck Armageddon This Is Hell" with Bad Religion. That was probably the first time Pete and Bad Religion have played together in 10 years or so. Pretty cool, I must say. At the show, I saw way too many fucking retards with "Good Charlotte spikey hair" and "Good Charlotte mesh trucker hats turned sideways." LISTEN UP FUCKERS: Good Charlotte is NOT COOL. And emulating those chodes with your cool hair or your stupid fucking trucker cap turned sideways is even less cool. You all should be forced to listen to good music, and then you should all be gang raped by prison inmates. And who the fuck gave those assholes who listen to Good Charlotte permission to come see Bad Religion and Sparta? I bet those fuckwads were the guys who were up front flipping off Sparta during their whole show. Will you all just please fuck off?
While at the show, I watched in horror as one of my best friends' girlfriend all but made out with another guy. It pisses me off that she'd do that to my friend. It pisses me off that she'd do it in front of me. And it REALLY pisses me off that she did it at a show that I brought her to.
And, so this morning I'm left with the daunting task of telling my friend what I witnessed last night.
Fuck.
My pants haven't been washed for weeks. I thought that by wearing dark pants I could get away with that. But now that I see these pants in the morning light, I realize that beer/food/god-knows-what stains are clearly visible.
My hair hasn't been washed for weeks either.
I long for the Summertime when my pool is open and I can swim everyday, and never shower. I know that sounds gross, and maybe it is, but I don't care. There's nothing like the feeling of chlorine dried skin, and chlorine-green tinted hair.
Like that episode of Diff'rent Strokes when Kimberly's hair turns green. I don't remember if her hair colorization had anything to do with swimming, but I remember it turned green.
I haven't seen that show for a loooooooooong time.
I think I'm sick of drinking now. I've done so much lately that even the thought makes me kind of sick. Maybe it's the rotgut I'm feeling right now from drinking too many Heinekins and Dos Equis last night. Maybe it's the fact that I'm hungover every fucking day. I want a break. But, tonight we have plans to get drunk and go see "House of 1,000 Corpses." Then we DJ tomorrow night, and I always drink when I'm DJing.
Um, ok...I think I officially have a drinking problem. I need to get off my HUGE ass and do something about it.
...I don't have a huge ass.
"And I'd rather be shot in the face than hear what you're going to say."
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