I haven't had much that I have felt compelled to be writing about as of late...due in part to the general introverted disposition that my brain tends to warp into, and also due in part because it's February.
This just may be the worst month ever.
The snow is gray and flecked with gravel and looks menacingly permanent.
My friend always falls victim to what she refers to as "The February Itch" usually resulting in a somewhat botched hair dye or random piercing.
Hunter S. Thompson killed himself during the gruesome month of February.
I felt the tendrils of madness the most prevalently yesterday, as I rolled around on top of Boyfriend where I proceeded to ruin his nap and annoy the crap out of him. I would do the same to the cats, if I could catch them.
In other news, however, I saw The Sadies, a band from Canada that plays the dirtiest southern/psychedelic/rockabilly/foot stomping/head bashing-ly amazing music ever.
This would be the third time I have seen them, second time at the Mercury Lounge, and it was just a stellar show. One of the more fun moments that I've had this year. It's funny, since whenever me and My People go to a concert, I look around in the middle of frantic dancing and realize that we're the only ones going for it. My neck hurts badly today from thrashing it so hard.
All worth it, however.
That's what Advil Liqui-gels are for.
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