I'm sure there's no point in trying to post, just now, because my mind is crawling and my sentences keep ending weirdly, so I've been deleting them. But I wanted to write about going to the show with Marc and how there were so many people I knew, or half-knew, but didn't talk to, and felt bad about it later. But I was glad I went. It was loud. I like Rodney's band. I like watching them. They're sharp. Like that song by Dyke and the Blazers.... "So sharp! Sharper than you!" Seriously. Dyke and the Blazers.
Okay, but it's only Thursday night. It's not Friday. I have to get up tomorrow and go to work! Which is insane! And then Rodney's opening is happening tomorrow night, which I want to be there for, if I can get it together enough, by then. Because my mind is crawling! I don't know why. I didn't drink. I guess I'm just tired. And my ears are buzzing at me. I had a delicious sandwich at the show, too. There was great food. It was a VAG thing, which is why there was free food, I guess. I wish all shows did that. I swear to god, this weekend I'm going to go out and get some prosciutto, and Brie, and baguette, and recreate that sandwich, because that was a serious sandwich. King Tasty recommends it.
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Where is his show? Why was he playing at the VAG? Why can I not type that without a little giggle?
My mother calls it "the vadge", and when she told that to Marian the other night, Marian was like "yeah, THE CUNNY!" See what you've done? But the show wasn't there, it was at this old hall. It was just connected to THE CUNNY because of his OPENING there tonight. And I plan to go to his opening and explore the cunny. For real.
When I have Jeremy on the phone, I like to sing a little song for him, which really just consists of me chirping "cunt cunt cunt" over and over. Because he doesn't like the word cunt, which I guess is normal, but it amuses me to no end.
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