A billion bouncing buns for yesterday’s outing! Yeah, I met Melissa and her other Pbo-ic friend. At long last, after 99812702475465hours/days of texts and phone calls, we ranted on forever concurring about our pretty debonair eye to eye over frappucinos. *dances to PM track It helped that we were the only three-headed monster rolling out our lives outside Borders at dusk. Mes was incredibly perturb-free; prancing around&shitting funny things out of the mouth. She had everything – browntoblack eyes, a choppy top, YOU COME BEFORE YOU boldly across her messenger bag <33.>It’s not fair she’s three years older cos she gets to fuck the life of any gig till dawn or of the sort. It’s weird how she gets her stuff when her weekly income’s more or less equivalent to mine. And yeah, I’M FUCKING IN LOVE WITH HER for those sense.
Obviously the outing wouldn’t be complete without the lyrical bit. We sang and croaked and slurred the words from the soon-released album and the cute I Do track. Plus a few follow-ups of other bands we bloody love. We yapped some more and danced in circles and fell on our bums and repeated nancy boy’s work of art, every fucking album. And as promised, we’ve brought our personal albums and compared his pictures. The Pbo-ic friend thought the kimono was a complete put-off so he got clobbered by Mes’s bag and my shoe. [things like these make me wonder how I can actually goof with people I barely know in such a short time] Eventually Pbo-ic won cos she’s done a collage of the backstage still footage of last year’s concert at Glasgow. But of course; all that’ll pass will end too fast<3;> No matter how many fags or tons of smoke he’s stuffed down his throat, HE’S MY NANCY BOY. *Will You Be My Nancy Boy SHIRT/phffft- help me out.
And yeah, it’s not safe to call me at home in daylight. My mom’s keeping track of every phone conversation in her quest to further find out if I’m mentally sound. And I’m still on the verge of meeting a psychiatrist, mom’s figuring the accounts first. HAIYAAA. So I added a few more golden buns to today by shoving Pixies into my eardrums, haha. And I couldn't think of anything but Teppei's shirt during 2003's Warped Tour I do bloody hope on my luckiest star Thrice'd come down to Singapore or KL- I wouldn't mind. oh, and i'm going to hoard the Atrium office tomorrow - anyone wanna butt in?
