Last night was such a good time. It was weird, but only because it's been so long.
Besides Charlie's, and rarely, Gus', I haven't been going out at all. I wasn't even working until the end of January. I pretty much only left the house to go to the jam spot, the grocery store, and sometimes the One World. Probably the only shows I've gone to were shows that I, or at least KC, played. And a few for the Pop Explosion.
I socialize with roommates, band mates, people who sell me stuff, and people who come to visit someone I live with. It's not all bad. I am naturally a bit of a loner. But, it's made it weird again to be around people. I probably won't be going to Charlie's too often on Tuesdays. It's nothing about specific people, but amount of people. I couldn't talk because I had trouble hearing myself, I couldn't listen, because the background noise of so many people basically sounded like static to me. I'm turning into an old fart, and I like to go on a quieter night, and sit at a table and talk. Even then, I get easily distracted.
Last night was so fun, even though I spent most of it walking around, anxious, and only really speaking when spoken to.
The computer crapped out on me, and I don't feel like finishing wherever this was going. Just, Thanks to everyone involved in the show.
Three years ago, I wrote about a friend's penis.
Besides Charlie's, and rarely, Gus', I haven't been going out at all. I wasn't even working until the end of January. I pretty much only left the house to go to the jam spot, the grocery store, and sometimes the One World. Probably the only shows I've gone to were shows that I, or at least KC, played. And a few for the Pop Explosion.
I socialize with roommates, band mates, people who sell me stuff, and people who come to visit someone I live with. It's not all bad. I am naturally a bit of a loner. But, it's made it weird again to be around people. I probably won't be going to Charlie's too often on Tuesdays. It's nothing about specific people, but amount of people. I couldn't talk because I had trouble hearing myself, I couldn't listen, because the background noise of so many people basically sounded like static to me. I'm turning into an old fart, and I like to go on a quieter night, and sit at a table and talk. Even then, I get easily distracted.
Last night was so fun, even though I spent most of it walking around, anxious, and only really speaking when spoken to.
The computer crapped out on me, and I don't feel like finishing wherever this was going. Just, Thanks to everyone involved in the show.
Three years ago, I wrote about a friend's penis.
posted by crystal at
5:12 pm
2 Comments:
I wonder if three years from now, if anyone will be telling stories about the old peen?
The three simultainous responses are hilarous.
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ling-ling san, at 18/2/07 12:12 pm
Buddy, if half of what I've heard is true, I'm sure people will be telling stories until the end of time. Or, at least re-telling the same stories, like the one about the bathing suit and the one about you taking it out in Biology class (or was it every class?).
By
crystal, at 19/2/07 7:30 pm
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