3 things (pay attention):

1) went to bar pink tonight with farmer. KICKED ASS.
opener was this band from chicago, mannequin men... man those guys are going to be huge. seriously.

second band was slab city, also kick ass. picture a punk-er version of the bronx with a lead singer who was chubbier, kinda gay, wearing nothing but black volleyball shorts, but screaming and flailing around non-stop & not giving a flying fuck. wailing bonuses all over the place. pretty funny, pretty fun.

the headliner was that band from el centro puerto rico, davilla 666. worst of the three, but still cool. made me want to speak spanish (embarrassed I can't) because there were more than a few good-looking mexican babes out to see them. GODDAMN I wish I learned spanish when I was younger instead of french. dumbass! I live in san diego!! fuck!! anyway...


2) how awesome is living in san diego? come on, let's give it up for the hometown. sure, it was hot as fuck today and all I wanted to do was nap, but from like 11 o clock p.m. on it is HEAVEN. how nice is it right now?? I need to go smoke just so I can be outside. this will sound kinda lame, but I don't care (drunk), but my heart breaks wide open when it is so perfect like this and I am alone, typing at a computer. I should be laying a 10 right now. fuck. FAIL.


3)
Got home from the bar and cory was watching some pre-season football game. I was fairly buzzed so I started ranting about mass-media mind control (etc etc) and all the type of shit I rant about that make my friends think I'm crazy. (I am, admittedly.) Ah fuck it, Now my compu