How do you afford your rock and roll lifestyle?

I can't. I need a job that pays just for all my concertgoing expenses alone.

So I was in Katy's truck listening to this Mastadon song on the radio. For those who do not know. MAstadon is prone to playing heavy, heavy metal. The chorus of the song in question goes "WHITE! WHALE! HOLY! GRAIL!". So then I get mental pictures of Moby Dick holding a challice of some sort. I told Katy this, and she agreed, stating that whoever wrote the song probably was watching the film adaptation of Moby Dick and reading The DaVinci Code.

Which sent me into an inconsolable giggling fit.

Picture it sometime, its great.

I guess that's it.

Oh, and boys are the most vile things to ever walk this earth.

But that's just me letting my personal life bleed into someplace it shouldn't. That's what livejournal's for and I've already vented there.

Freakfest (aka an excursion to City Club) on saturday!

Okay, I'm done.

I need to be. For both our sakes.