aiight super super last minute i know however it turns out i have an extra spot for METRIC TONITE AT THE KOOLHAUS but you still have to pay 25 dollars cos my peeps is like that, originally we were gonna go tomorrow nite…anyway, email me or leave a comment saying yes i can come tonite. doors are at 8. send yer fone number. !!! oh don’t forget the show has been sold out for a very long time so this is special AND you get to hang out with me and fil and no i won’t be a drunklor so get yer hopes down.
it’s amazing how not drinking has brought my confidence back full force, who knew. i walked to the grocery store and i actually looked up 70 per cent of the time and i didn’t wear a hat or huge sunglasses or my hood to hide from the world, my old credo being if i can’t see them, they can’t see me. anyway, people who are drunklors right now seriously go the route of not drinking for four days in a row it is MIND BLOWING!
everyone else who has been sober and smarmy about it for years and judgemental can go shut up and wear cardigan sweaters that turn on FIRE!
I need some fine wine and you, you need to be nicer (the cardigans)
(Sit, good dog, stay, bad dog, down, roll over)
Well, here’s a good man and a pretty young girl Tryin’ to play together somehow I’m wasting my life, you’re changing the world, I get drunk and watch your head grow It’s the good times that we shared And the bad times that we’ll have It’s the good times And the bad times that we had
Well, it’s been a long slow collision, I’m a pitbull, you’re a dog, Baby you’re foul in clear conditions But you’re handsome in the fog
So I need some fine wine And you, you need to be nicer For the good times And the bad times that we’ll have
Sometimes we talk over dinner like old friends ‘Til I go and kill the bottle I go off over any old thing Break your heart and raise a glass or ten To the good times that we shared And the bad times that we’ll have To the good times And the bad times that we’ve had
Well, it’s been a long slow collision, I’m a pitbull, you’re a dog, Baby you’re foul in clear conditions But you’re handsome in the fog So I need some fine wine And you, you need to be nicer For the good times And the bad times we know will come, yeah
I need some fine wine And you, you need to be nicer We need to be nicer You and me For the good times and the bad time that we had
Good times, bad times Sweet wine, bad wine Good cop, bad cop, Lapdog, bad dog
things were NOT different back then, people were just naive and stupid.
if our parents were teenagers/mid-twenties now and decided to have babies now, well “decided” as in accidentally getting pregnant, we wouldn’t be here.
the excuses are cute though.
hmm, i’m not really in the mood for the baby boomer arguement so i’ll fullstop.
i dunno, it’s just kind of insulting when they say, yeah things were different ie. THAT’S WHY I HAD TO BIRTH YOU – YOU FUCKING LIFE-RUINER!
went to the korean grillhouse with wainbows then to her house to play guitarhero and play with her dog wilbur then we went to see date movie. it is kind of awful but kind of really very good and i think i laughed the loudest in the theatre, now that i am not drinking everything is funny if it’s fluff. wainbows totally rescued me dress styles for fil’s work function thing so now i can take that money i was going to blow on an outfit and put it toward some other stupid something that i don’t need!
