everybody's got one.
I forgot how awesome an excellent rock show can be.
New Black has once again restored my faith in rock and roll this past Friday, but after them the headlining band was mediocre. This super-cool girl and I started making fun of them after they sang a song with the lyrics "tongues - everybody's got one." All we could do was look at each other with that shocked "did they just sing that?" look on our faces. After that it didn't matter; to us, every song was about tongues. But this blog isn't about music, is it?
The experience was just too mediocre to end the night with, so we went to the Note and made fun of white people dancing. Then we stole a block of wood. I'm sure the Note is turning the place upside down right now looking for it. If you see the police reports, keep your mouth shut.
Our lust for crimes no one will ever notice or even care about was not satiated. We found an open door on Milwaukee Avenue leading to a basement. Did you know all the basements on Milwaukee Avenue are connected? Neither did we, but we followed the trail as far as it would let us. It stopped at some stairs, at the top of which was bad hip hop music. Neither of us liked hip hop music so we decided not to go up. In fact, we disliked the music so much that we found their circuit breaker and shut it off. I have no idea which club that was but if you were somewhere on Friday night enjoying your bad hip hop music, and were suddenly in darkness, yeah, that was us. In fact, let me know, because I'd love to know where we were.
This guy came down the stairs and was whining about losing power for some reason. Another guy came from the other direction and told us we had to leave. He didn't even put together the fact that we were standing next to a circuit breaker. Some people are idiots, and I tend to benefit from that.
I may never see her again, but we'll always have the Milwaukee Avenue basements. And a block of wood.
listening to: new black.
in my sink: a plant on icu and 2 cups.
New Black has once again restored my faith in rock and roll this past Friday, but after them the headlining band was mediocre. This super-cool girl and I started making fun of them after they sang a song with the lyrics "tongues - everybody's got one." All we could do was look at each other with that shocked "did they just sing that?" look on our faces. After that it didn't matter; to us, every song was about tongues. But this blog isn't about music, is it?
The experience was just too mediocre to end the night with, so we went to the Note and made fun of white people dancing. Then we stole a block of wood. I'm sure the Note is turning the place upside down right now looking for it. If you see the police reports, keep your mouth shut.
Our lust for crimes no one will ever notice or even care about was not satiated. We found an open door on Milwaukee Avenue leading to a basement. Did you know all the basements on Milwaukee Avenue are connected? Neither did we, but we followed the trail as far as it would let us. It stopped at some stairs, at the top of which was bad hip hop music. Neither of us liked hip hop music so we decided not to go up. In fact, we disliked the music so much that we found their circuit breaker and shut it off. I have no idea which club that was but if you were somewhere on Friday night enjoying your bad hip hop music, and were suddenly in darkness, yeah, that was us. In fact, let me know, because I'd love to know where we were.
This guy came down the stairs and was whining about losing power for some reason. Another guy came from the other direction and told us we had to leave. He didn't even put together the fact that we were standing next to a circuit breaker. Some people are idiots, and I tend to benefit from that.
I may never see her again, but we'll always have the Milwaukee Avenue basements. And a block of wood.
listening to: new black.
in my sink: a plant on icu and 2 cups.
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