i wrote a song it’s called i have one arm and it’s about me.
so metric was fun lower-case f style last nite, well, metric lower-case f fun, everything else capital f fun. we were spotted by ten million people all falling over themselves to buy us drinks. yes i drank but not a ton. i will drink fridays and saturdays only and maaaaybe sundays.
i notice that i get very very generous with my benjamins after a few drinks, i bought fil a metric shirt. holy retard-undeserving-of-lor.
that’s grego, don’t worry he is more ugly in person. heh. i know this guy from highschool. he messaged me on mysapce awhile ago and i’m all yo guy i know you and you know my brother and so on. he and his lecherous perv friend use to hit on me in the hallway and i one day went up and was all DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM!? and then dropped my brother’s name and they were all woah jokes jokes.
greg said if it wasn’t for my brother then he’d be at the concert with me and not with this Px character. ha ha.
courtney saved the day by claiming our last guestlist spot. yay.
