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I don't think so, buddy.

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In other news, today is FUCKING FIRED. Unfortunately, it might be taking a pair of my shoes with it. At least, SOMETHING tore a second ago, and I don't really think that it was my stocking.

FUN TIMES.

Oh christ. At least my Visual Basic homework's done.

I am listening to A Shoggoth On The Roof. You are not.

I feel sorry for you, frankly.

Kill Hannah is pretty damn cool. Due, however, to a scheduling conflict (ie, the show was listed as at 6:30 on the internet but at 8:30 at Bumbershoot) and a drug use conflict, I skipped Steve Earle, mainly in the interest of totally not having to call my parents for a ride home because the police were hiding under my car.

Seriously, I have no problem with other people doing drugs, but can I just ask that people who smoke pot either do it in a confined environment secluded from other people who do not wish to partake or that they take up using heroin? I do not want to be quite so paranoid as I was after Projekt Revolution (and I am TOTALLY a lightweight about drugs, I KNOW this) ever again. Like, as in paranoid enough that I almost did not go to work the next day.

I need single friends, though. This is something I've known for a while, but it's really true - when you're by yourself at Bumbershoot because your friends are all married or otherwise encoupled, it's very annoying to have a two hour blank block of time and no one with a better idea of what to do than to sit by the Science Centre and stare at the John 3:16 guy.

Other than all this, my weekend was totally unproductive. Now I will go to hold a gun to the head of a friendly person in the interest of getting something I want, and if it all goes well, rest assured that the subsequent LJ post will be read aloud by my voice, whether you like it or not. Which actually does not mean that I will do a voice post; simply that my post will be exciting.

I fucking hate corsets.

Why do I have brilliant ideas with no time to carry them out?

I have...five hours to decide whether I want to put a busk into this or NOT.