Reality Bites Hard
Ah, the gulf between imagination and reality.
What I felt I looked like last night:
What I actually looked like last night:
Sigh. Somewhere inside me, my inner DDB struggling to get out, but he's drowned in the sea of bloating booze. Ah well.
Great gig last night. Longer description and more comments later, when my hangover wears off a bit...
8 Comments:
There's Elephants in there!
Why do you bother with the comments? I can be crueller to myself than you ever could.
You should disallow anonymous comments to see what scintillating name this relentlessly creative and cutting Poindexter comes up with to leave them.
Oh, I know exactly who it is leaving them. I just want to know what, exactly, he gets out of this anonymous nastiness. You know, when I don't like someone, I do my best to ignore them. I don't go and search out their blog to leave stupid bitchiness on. What a waste of time!
I turned off anonymous comments for a while, but then all kinds of other people couldn't post (like I would really miss Mitya's comments). I'm just going to leave them now, so everyone else can admire just what a loser this dude is, that he's so obsessed with me.
My bandmates look so cool, tho. :-)
Marianna just looks SOOOO happy, and AMPy looks like a ginger Marilyn Monroe in that dress. HOTT.
hey i'm anonymous and I think you all look great
eh, don't mind me. i'd turn off comments, too.
Yes, I think you ALL look and sound great too (I loved the youtube vid! the harmonies! the dancing! the footstomps!), so don't tar all us anonymouses (mostly we're small, shy, squeaky creatures, but sadly there are rats among us -- I'm looking at YOU, first anonymous) with the same brush, darnit.
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