There are some times when it is best to let other people speak for you. In a foreign country, when complementing you, or when dealing with the police. Every now and then, I find something that sums up a lot of my feelings about a subject that maybe I hadn't even been thinking about or maybe just hadn't been able to elucidate verbally, but this Fart Party comic pretty much sums up the way I feel about DC: it sorta sucks a whole lot and then I stumble upon a brief moment that reminds me of all the reasons I live here.
I went to a show last night and had a good time. I converted $37.65 worth of nickels and dimes into a cab ride (STUPID ERRATIC METROBUSES!), a new CD, and the entrance fee to Stella Schindler's CD release show at the Velvet Lounge.
In an announcement that is news to no one, I am really behind in some album reviews. I will have to get those done this weekend since I was called out by dontEATnachos a few weeks/months ago.
4 comments:
$37.00 will buy you some nice Prozac or Von!
Think it about, LOVE!
I hope Von doesn't read that comment.
Doofus, who do you think asked AG to type it?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It was nice talking to you on the phone, dear Chuckles. I can neither confirm nor deny that I told AG to write that comment.
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