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I'm having one of those fucking rare and crazy morning, where you dragged your ass in at sunrise and dropped dead on the stoop, wake-up oddly energetic not enough hours later with crazy hair and mushed up make-up and you can't help but misguidedly think "Hey, this looks pretty good actually".
Okay, maybe that doesn't happen to everyone. That why I said "fucking rare and crazy". In any case, this post is for the Sisters Curry, both of which I promised I'd not talk shit and make with the recap.
( Let me explain...no, there is too much. Let me sum up... )
I am fucking tired. . . . School sucks, work kills, love y'all but if I EVER hear one person complain about me not posting pictures of myself I will kill. Do you understand me?!
Okay, maybe that doesn't happen to everyone. That why I said "fucking rare and crazy". In any case, this post is for the Sisters Curry, both of which I promised I'd not talk shit and make with the recap.
( Let me explain...no, there is too much. Let me sum up... )
I am fucking tired. . . . School sucks, work kills, love y'all but if I EVER hear one person complain about me not posting pictures of myself I will kill. Do you understand me?!
Suicide City; every time I see or hear this band I find myself more and more enamored. They are all-points adorable. They were the kids first Punk/CBGB's Show. They were the brass ring in the carousel of random that was AnimeNEXT2006. And this past Saturday they are the best reason EVER for me to bitch about my knee pains.  |
( Suicide City @ Trash Bar, 320*240, 18pix )
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