bethb's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- i'm just tellin' it like it is. i don't have anything deep or satisfying to say today, mostly because i am too tired to even deal with people at this red not-so-hot moment. I did, infact, go to the plan show last night. Jaeger put me on the ft. reno guest list last night since i was a volunteer last summer, plus, ann rocks like that. But let's talk about the CROWD shall we? Now, i know that the dismemberment plan are getting all huge and big and it couldn't have happened to nicer boys, but people....you all need to chill the fuck out. You girls in your tank tops loudly wondering what was the deal with Joe's hair-it's just shaggy, ok? it doesn't look that bad. Jason said he wasn't going to cut his for a while (and true, it was a big fro last night) and i think joe's probably taking a cue from that but oh nelly! it doesn't warrent a 34 minute discussion (loudly) while your big ham-bone of a friend keeps rocking into all 5'3" of me. And you! You with the belted leather jacket on! It's june first! it's 95 degrees in here! what the fuck were you thinking and why does your ass think the primest piece of real estate in the black cat are the precious and few inches infront of me and the tall frat boy with the baseball hat and the drinking problem?!?!? And you! frat boy! yes, you have a problem. That's what i call all the stuff you poured down your gullet from the 8 times you went to the bar plus whatever your other dopey frat assholes handed off to you. i could have peed in a pilsner glass and told you it was a special brew and you would have gulped that down too. But that's probably not as problematic as the the fact that you stood in front of the speakers and held your ears 'cause you didn't have ear plugs. none of you did. there's a gum ball machine in the red room by the pool table that sells them . look into it. and you- princess Chichi with the expensive hair. yeah, i know, we can all tell, good for you. stop whacking me with your vodka gimlet or whatever the fuck you were yelping about. thank god i got up to the side of the stage. it was ll better then. 9:33 a.m. - 2001-06-02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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