when jokes go bad.
Since I found it so insipidly comical, I was telling everyone my story of the mysterious CD last night. One guy just didn't get it. He kept prodding me for details about this mystery band I'm in. "So in your dreams, is this band any good?" he'd ask. I tried to explain that I wasn't actually in a band, everything was just a guess, and the whole point of my story was that I didn't know. Two minutes later he'd ask, "So what instrument do you play?"
Finally, when he asked me if my band needed a drummer, I decided to go with it and asked him if he was looking to join too. Maybe we could start our own band up, you know? Of course today I find out I don't need a drummer, because according to Fuzzy I am the drummer.
listening to: The Ponys, playing tonight @ the Metro. woo.
in my sink: A bowl, a spoon, a cup.
Finally, when he asked me if my band needed a drummer, I decided to go with it and asked him if he was looking to join too. Maybe we could start our own band up, you know? Of course today I find out I don't need a drummer, because according to Fuzzy I am the drummer.
listening to: The Ponys, playing tonight @ the Metro. woo.
in my sink: A bowl, a spoon, a cup.
