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power drum kit on acid pt 2: the booty call

i'm winding down to sigur ros, as usual.

i got a message from michelle off of friendster. i actually met this girl through this stupid thing. we talk (online) about once every month. apparently she reads my blog (still/at all). well read THIS.

billy and i went to see some local bands play at the Bull Frog tonite, hosted by 89x. chris simm's band mad allec was there as well. they played a cover of bulls on parade that was wicked smoothe... like the patches of un-haired skin on my legs.

it was fun but i am tired and spending way too much money.

i got all these pictures back today from meijer, 4 rolls worth although 1 of the rolls didn't come out (i wasn't disappointed as i remembered one roll was probably fuji'd up).

some random black brazilian girl named cristina started talking to me at the bar. i didn't really care and wasn't interested at all but was chatting with her a bit. she told me that i have beautiful brown eyes.

i immediately questioned all her judgement. how could she tell i had beautiful brown eyes? we were in a smokey bar and it was very dark. plus i'm asian. you can't see my eyes. you can't see me.

later, i was wondering if she was hoping i'd buy her a drink? sorry i only buy drinks for my guy friends and for girls i want to marry.

i didn't feel as sad or bad or nervous as i thought i would looking at some of those pictures. i really didn't feel anything at all. i guess that's good huh?

i hate cock rock. i hate showy guitarists. unless you're world famous, don't act like your the shit because dude, you didn't come out of my ass and i'm not trying to wipe you with my left hand (if i were a curry indian in india... fuck you prasad).

prasad will never read this anyway.

posted by fillshe @ 11:30 PM