So I really, really, really wanted to see the Dreaming tonight. I really did. But I was all super late getting there and I got there after they finished... which means no show for me. I'M SORRY CHRISTOPHER! I really wanted to be there. DAMN YOU, FORTH DIMENSION! DAMN YOU, POINTLESS MONDAY NIGHT TRAFFIC ON LAUREL CANYON!!!!! But, thanks to Dave and Don (who are ever my saviours from boredom it seems), I went to the wonderfulness that is the Bourgeois Pig and enjoyed a milk shake (not a frappe, sadly) and lots of fun ranting about politics, music, life, the Universe, and everything. Werd.
The thing that creeps me out about this picture... is I look like my mom... AUGH!!!!
There is no more Metal picture (of Dave) on this Earth! I RULE ALL!!!!!
I'm all "fuck off and die, I'm Crrrraaaazy!" and Don is all "Emo tragedy... I spy something of darkest foreboding in the corner. I weep for it."