!!!!!!!!!!!!it's my CD release party!!!!!!!***
(((I TOTALLY EDITTED THIS LAST NIGHT AND MADE IT PRIVATE BY ACCIDENT! WHY AM I SO RETARDED?!?! dont answer that.)))
every morning i wake up to Q107 Classic Rock (uh, this is 40 year old man talk for 70s hard rock that changed his life and his penis forever. ugh.) and this Derringer Putz was on the air talking about Kurt Cobain syndrome in terms of Hunter S. Thompson. because, you know, there's no difference between a man in his 60s and a man in his 20s since they both exited the same way.
am i the only one who cant stand to hear people talk about their oprah winfrey views on how suicide is cowardice?
if life is worth living then what are we living for?
answer: no one knows.
in less morbid news,
i want to talk about how music changed my life.
did you know that when i was 16, i wrote a letter to the pearl jam fan club called "ten" to bro down with them and tell them how much their album meaned to me?
well i did.
and i wrote like three drafts before sending the 7th one out!
aaaahhaahhahahahahahahaahahahahhaaa!!!
and did you know that i also cut my hair to look just like eddie vedder. shit. not like that, like this.
after versus came out, they started to get weird and political and i got embarrassed for liking them so i opted for the cooler nirvana. and when kurt died, i wore a black patch on my arm to commerorate his death. grade 10 will never be the same.
a year or two later, after dressing like a skater for 3 days, i decided to be punk rock. so i dyed the front of my hair blonde with jolen creme because my parents would never have allowed me to peroxide my hair.
i was punk but i needed my parent's permission. you like that?
did i mention that jolene was a moustache lightener product?
i just sold this CD and this CD last night. does this mean i'm an actual 'sell-out' now? probably.
SPEAKING OF MUSIC!!!!
***MY CD RELEASE PARTY!!!!
and by "cd release party", i mean: "seedy release party". that's right. my ovaries are kicking out this hot, fresh jam at the vag club. location of the party? my pants. be there.
be warned, though, you better bring pads, that shit can get heavy!
(i like how on-line journals made it okay for girls to talk about 'untraditional' stuff that no one else wants to read. the internet is a feminist? whoa.)
i think ive done enough shit-talking tonight.
every morning i wake up to Q107 Classic Rock (uh, this is 40 year old man talk for 70s hard rock that changed his life and his penis forever. ugh.) and this Derringer Putz was on the air talking about Kurt Cobain syndrome in terms of Hunter S. Thompson. because, you know, there's no difference between a man in his 60s and a man in his 20s since they both exited the same way.
am i the only one who cant stand to hear people talk about their oprah winfrey views on how suicide is cowardice?
if life is worth living then what are we living for?
answer: no one knows.
in less morbid news,
i want to talk about how music changed my life.
did you know that when i was 16, i wrote a letter to the pearl jam fan club called "ten" to bro down with them and tell them how much their album meaned to me?
well i did.
and i wrote like three drafts before sending the 7th one out!
aaaahhaahhahahahahahahaahahahahhaaa!!!
and did you know that i also cut my hair to look just like eddie vedder. shit. not like that, like this.
after versus came out, they started to get weird and political and i got embarrassed for liking them so i opted for the cooler nirvana. and when kurt died, i wore a black patch on my arm to commerorate his death. grade 10 will never be the same.
a year or two later, after dressing like a skater for 3 days, i decided to be punk rock. so i dyed the front of my hair blonde with jolen creme because my parents would never have allowed me to peroxide my hair.
i was punk but i needed my parent's permission. you like that?
did i mention that jolene was a moustache lightener product?
i just sold this CD and this CD last night. does this mean i'm an actual 'sell-out' now? probably.
SPEAKING OF MUSIC!!!!
***MY CD RELEASE PARTY!!!!
and by "cd release party", i mean: "seedy release party". that's right. my ovaries are kicking out this hot, fresh jam at the vag club. location of the party? my pants. be there.
be warned, though, you better bring pads, that shit can get heavy!
(i like how on-line journals made it okay for girls to talk about 'untraditional' stuff that no one else wants to read. the internet is a feminist? whoa.)
i think ive done enough shit-talking tonight.