Just don't wear a LARGE hat to a concert (or any performance for that matter), as anyone short and sitting or standing behind you will suffer and cry.
'Get It Done'
Spike's Bitches 34: They're All Slime and Antlers
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Thank dog, cause I thought maybe I picked the one you liked and you were going to parasol me to death.
Bwah! No, you're safe. I keep explaining to Pete that he and the lead singer could bond over being illustrators who became disenchanted with the comics industry, and play D&D together (because the entire band are huge geeks, according to all reports). Pete just gives me that very tolerant look.
I totally need to find out if the MCR boys played Magic, and if they did, do they want to meet a certain artist who has done the most work in M:tG ...
(Did I mention I'm already planning my outfit for the concert that isn't until May?)
(Is my coat going to make an appearance?)
Dropkick Murphys were fun, though.
Dropkick Murphys are ALWAYS fun. Despite my aversion to St. Patrick's Day, I would pay a lot of money to see them in a bar in Boston on any random March 17th.
edit: and blast. They'll be in California in March, but only as far north as Ventura! Not fair!
(Is my coat going to make an appearance?)
It's one of the top two contenders.
It's one of the top two contenders.
You're so much better to it than I was.
Extreme roses.
You have to keep them in Mountain Dew and play hard rock to them. They also recommend strapping the vase to a snowboard and pushing it down some bitchin' powder
You're so gnarly.
Oh! Hec! I got my haircut a week ago Saturday! It's very very short in the back now, with an angled bob in the front.
I got my haircut a week ago Saturday! It's very very short in the back now, with an angled bob in the front.It's also very cute.
I knew who Jilli was talking about, even though I am not up on goth music, because of reading her LJ. YAY ME.
You know those days when you wake up wanting to chew the heads off things because of hormones or lack of sleep or whatever, and then everything goes pearshaped on top of it so that you end up hiding in your office because it seems like a good alternative to shrieking "GetoutGetoutGetout" at anyone who happens to call you, or even walk by?
That's the kind of day I'm having, and I really want it to be Thursday.