they're opening a mcdonalds in the louvre. i'm not even kidding, though hopefully someone will prove me wrong. i'm not sure if that's worse than the one across from the pyramids and/or sphynx. ah, the world's going to shit.
sunday was awesome. i'm working on some artsy-type projects with people i actually do not know fr0m work, which is a blessing, as we spend entirely too much time together already. new people, new places, new. refreshing. i have an acid problem in my stomach. think i'll get a show or two at what was formerly herrells in allston. fortune smiles on...
also, sunday night i went to see the forgetters at great scott with a good friend of mine. forgetters, you may ask? whatever, look it up, asshole. i don't have to explain everything in here. it was awesome. now, my friend is a huge blake fan. the guy is his only hero. it meant a lot. i was stoked for him, seeing how much it meant. and he didn't make an asshole of himself asking for photos or gushing compliments or, god forbid, wearing a jawbreaker shirt. that's the ultimate faux pas. i think blake is pretty cool and i really like when someone is so open about their, oh, struggles with depression and don't sound like a total pussy. was caught off-guard by going to the bar early to see what time the show was and looked up from my stupid texting to see him walking towards me and getting close to hear me mumble some question about when the show was? or how much? or something lame. i think there was an earthquake in my vagina and my brain shut off. apparently they don't have anything out yet. and the woman in the band looked so much like kate mills that i kept thinking it secretly was her and that made her cooler than ever. whatever cooler means.
but i suppose the absolute best part was seeing my buddy so stoked just standing off to the side and watching. i don't have any musical heroes. or heroes in general i think. people that are already dead. if you've ever seen me at a lawrence arms show you'd think by my expression that i have musical heroes but i don't know. hero is such a grand term. i cannot apply it to anyone. though if you see me in said situation, be sure my pussy is quaking hard enough to make it difficult to stand. i'm probably white-knuckling it just to stay upright.
aaaaaaand it's time to work. the rest of the weekend was alright. haven't been spending much time at home. that's a drag.
feeling good. that's weird.
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