it fucking figures that something i'd been looking forward to every day for over a month goes to shit. i was in no shape to go to c'mon on saturday night, even after they'd eaten c'mon kabobs from my grill. i was so stoked. whisky got me primed. vaggie dogs and kraut got gave me juice. geeky rock boys helped me get on it. whisky stopped me flat out. i still tried to go, with my pants around my ankles and panties riding down my ass. i was thankfully(?) stopped outright. i hear it was a good show. the only things i've ever regretted: not going to shows. fuck. fuck me. next time: less whisky. i can hold a ridiculous amount for a wee girl-- but obviously not that much. christallFUCK i am fuck. this hardly ever happens.
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