Thursday, June 29, 2006
3:42 p.m.

The server is down at work so none of my directories are available. I can’t work if I wanted to. Jennesa and I saw She Wants Revenge on Tuesday at Empire. It was an awesome show! It helped that I was really really excited about it, and have been listening to their CD obsessively. Also fueled by my total bitterness about missing them when I went to see Depeche Mode. What kind of retard drives all the way to Shoreline and misses the band she was desperate to see? I sicken myself sometimes. Anyway, it was great, there were a bunch of fucking emo losers there for us to rip on, and assorted others to ruthlessly judge and discriminate against because we’re caustic bitches and that’s what we do. There was a complete stripper-whore dressed as a nurse, dancing around like…well, like a stripper, and grinding against nasty guys. Whore. Like it takes such ingenuity to hit Kiss and Tell or Goldie’s for a nurse’s outfit. That’s so fucking original. She was hot though, I won’t lie. I would have taken a picture on my phone but I realized that I was giving her the attention she desperately wanted. Whore. Jennesa and I played Where’s Waldo - Stripper Edition with her all night. “Oh, she’s going to the bathroom – ewwww, that guy is going too.” “Oh, now she’s on stage. Get off the stage you stupid hooker!” “Oh she’s with nasty-mullet dude now.” Naturally we are too chicken shit to actually say this to her. She looked like a scrapper. Anyway, as entertaining as that was, my attention was primarily focused on the music. There were two opening bands, which pissed me off. I thought the first one was IMA Robot, and who the hell knows who it really was, because IMA Robot came on next. I could give a shit about IMA Robot, or the nameless fucks prior. Interesting sound, and the lead singer was wearing some white MC Hammer pants from the early 90s. Mr. Fucking Ironic. Whatever dude, doesn’t make your band suck less. Doesn’t make me any less impatient. The worst part of the experience was feeling nausea after less than a beer. Less than a beer! What the fuck? Aren’t I recovered and shit already? I think it expanded the croissant I inhaled in line to get in. And the heat isn’t helpful either. So I had to wait in an endless line to hover over a public toilet and blow chunks. I reek of class (not puke though, because I’m super careful about that shit). I bring joy wherever I go, I’ll tell you what. But I felt 90% better afterwards. I’d be goddamned if I had to miss them AGAIN due to sickness. Fuck that. I think my server has been back up for awhile now, so that’s enough of all this.