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Ted Leo fucking rocked the joint last night - confirming my serious suspicions that he might actually be a rock and roll god, sent from above to save us all. But that may be just me. I'm hoping Zach will give you a proper description of his bass player, who seemed like he was going to have a seizure at any given moment. Juno = eh? A little slow for my liking, so I hit the bar. Had a pint. Made up some careers for people that I didn't know (based on faces alone - if Ryan and Christine (both apparently formerly of The Kings Nuts) were still around, I'm sure they'd be happy to tell you about it - but they're not, so don't hold your breath).
Zach's got a mortal enemy, too. I hope he says something about it. It's funny, in a very disturbing way.
I'm beginning to slowly get freaked out at how many people I know that are settling down and tying the "proverbial" knot. Another one bit the dust yesterday - my friend Beth from Champaign, which came as a bit of a shock. Didn't even know she had a boyfriend, but I also haven't seen her in the past two years, so I guess it shouldn't be too surprising. I just can't comprehend being this age 22/23/24 and wanting to get married and live a normal life. Just seems too young to me. I don't even want to graduate college anytime soon, b/c I know that as soon as I do, I'll be goaded into getting a real job and becoming a real person. Boo on both ends of that little spectrum. I guess I can take comfort in the fact that all of the engaged parties are female. That makes me feel a bit more okay with the whole deal, but still, I've got a sour taste in my mouth.
Not to mention the fact that I'm going to start having to buy nice clothes for all these weddings. I'm still trying to get appointed as the flower girl in either of my friends' Kristy or Angie's weddings. But they've been unreceptive so far. Stinking snobby engaged people. Burn 'em at the stake.
Oh, and Bob, if you happen to read this, I had nothing to do with what's-her-name almost dying. I was perfectly willing to eat at the Thai Place (pshaw!). Zach's right, it's all his fault.
Ted Leo fucking rocked the joint last night - confirming my serious suspicions that he might actually be a rock and roll god, sent from above to save us all. But that may be just me. I'm hoping Zach will give you a proper description of his bass player, who seemed like he was going to have a seizure at any given moment. Juno = eh? A little slow for my liking, so I hit the bar. Had a pint. Made up some careers for people that I didn't know (based on faces alone - if Ryan and Christine (both apparently formerly of The Kings Nuts) were still around, I'm sure they'd be happy to tell you about it - but they're not, so don't hold your breath).
Zach's got a mortal enemy, too. I hope he says something about it. It's funny, in a very disturbing way.
I'm beginning to slowly get freaked out at how many people I know that are settling down and tying the "proverbial" knot. Another one bit the dust yesterday - my friend Beth from Champaign, which came as a bit of a shock. Didn't even know she had a boyfriend, but I also haven't seen her in the past two years, so I guess it shouldn't be too surprising. I just can't comprehend being this age 22/23/24 and wanting to get married and live a normal life. Just seems too young to me. I don't even want to graduate college anytime soon, b/c I know that as soon as I do, I'll be goaded into getting a real job and becoming a real person. Boo on both ends of that little spectrum. I guess I can take comfort in the fact that all of the engaged parties are female. That makes me feel a bit more okay with the whole deal, but still, I've got a sour taste in my mouth.
Not to mention the fact that I'm going to start having to buy nice clothes for all these weddings. I'm still trying to get appointed as the flower girl in either of my friends' Kristy or Angie's weddings. But they've been unreceptive so far. Stinking snobby engaged people. Burn 'em at the stake.
Oh, and Bob, if you happen to read this, I had nothing to do with what's-her-name almost dying. I was perfectly willing to eat at the Thai Place (pshaw!). Zach's right, it's all his fault.
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