tattoo rock bar karaoke nite

wow i need to figure out a new method to deal with being wickedly shy and neurotic other than guzzling vodka. i was the first to sing and i was disappointed the whole way through i thought i blew and as i jumped off the stage might even have started crying a little from nerves i know, how endearing pathetic is your hero! i signed up again for a song and someone either scratched it out or i was so bad they skipped me, i told sass to go flirt with the band or use her witchcraft charm to bump me up the list (it was getting late, coach was turning into a pumpkin bla blah) and it did not work. anyway, my first time at this place all the kids have been raving about, pretty decent. we had a reserved section high up with a nice view of the stage, compliments of sony/EMI. (thanks dudes!) i think the best part of the nite was when brosz7kowski was singled out and blamed for ordering the third heineken keg and i had to rescue him, i could see he was getting a bit agitated, i guess it was all sorted out in the end. i know for a fact i didn’t order that third keg. i know i drank it though.

fuck, my head.

on top of feeling like total dick right now, i look like it too, i have four chin zits that i have touched and played with all nite long and this morning so now they’re full tilt disgusting-looking. my eyes are probably bloodshot too.

no more shots is my new slogan.

guy singing was really good, he paid for my last beer cos i was like I AM AN IMPORTANT BLOGGER I WILL MAKE YOU EXTREMELY FAMOUS. ha.