omg.
too busy, and there aren't enough hours in my day to compensate.
the review of the show last Friday is on its way. I had to deal with family issues last night in Bremerton, which unfortunately, led me to a police station. But that's another story, for another time. Not on the intarnetz? Whatevs.
I haven't slept yet. Someone knock me the fuck out.
, myself and our friend Michelle attended a show featuring Cavalera Conspiracy, The Dillinger Escape Plan, Throwdown, Bury Your Dead, and Incite. Once I recover from the fucking non-stop thrash 'n' bash, and get some much needed sleep, I'll review it.
Remind me to tell you about the friend I made. She totally grabbed my boob and squeezed it. I don't even remember her name.
Ohmyfuckinggod. It killed. EVERYONE.
Seeing the Cavalera brothers play together was amaaaazing, but I'll stop there, and save the rest for later. If I wake up. 
love,
Dude, just cuz I quote Karyn Crisis and Henry Rollins in the same fucking sentence doesn't mean that I'm challenging your authority. I means you're lame, and wouldn't understand me even if you tried.
My coworkers make me want to gouge my eyes out, and stick them on popsicle sticks.
If I'm going to be reincarnated after I die, I better be rocking some combat boots, and a push-up bra.
You know, just some conditions.
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