Went to a concert Friday night. Had too much fun. Proven by the fact that I've done nothing all of today except wander over to Mason's to try to hang out with him (to find he wasn't home...) and lay around and do nothing but go "oww, something hurts ... no, wait, everything hurts..."
I must say, it felt quite good to take my aggression at life out on strangers, and have it be okay because they were doing the same thing back. Except I almost threw some bitch into the pit face first by her fucking hair for shoving me around for a good ten or twenty minutes for no actual reason. Especially when she shoved me into said pit and nearly got me injured. Over, and over, and over. It seemed like the moment I said "one last time and I'm turning around and killing her" to myself it stopped though. Fucking passive aggressive loon.
Anyway. Yeah, I really have nothing to talk about except that I'm really bummed out that Mason never showed up.
Tags:
concert,
good times,
Mason,
pain
1 comment:
I really wish you had shoved her into the pit. That sort of thing makes me happy.
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