and speaking of posting too many pics of vodka… have you ever had a dirty martini with olives that are stuffed with garlic and jalapeños??? holy fuck
if the actual mona lisa and this shirt were at my house at the same time and the house were on fire, I’d save this shirt first.
1996. worn once.
and don’t even get me started on a tirade about how great they were live
1- so I was recently trying to organize my life including my clothes, when I realized most of my shirts are now “vintage” concert shirts
2- damn I’m getting old fast
3- you haven’t even heard of most of the bands (I’m not hipster, I’m just uncool) but I’ve decided I’m going to start posting pics and descriptions of those shirts on here because let’s face it… even I’m sick of me posting tacos, vodka, dingo and selfies.
4- I can’t count
1) it’s been 3 or 4 years now he’s been doing the same thing, but luckyshirt’s tumblr page on feb 2 is still the best thing on the internets (luckyshirt.tumblr.com)
2) I skyped for the first time ever with someone yesterday and it was super cool but she’s from south africa and would be pissed that I said “feb 2” instead of “2 feb”. I guess that whole equator thing makes people switch shit around or something. like, it was 93 degrees where she is while it was snowing here. I GET IT YOU, DO EVERYTHING OPPOSITE.
3) feb 2, beside being groundhogs day, is also an obscure weird holiday from a dead religion. and a band no one has ever heard of named themselves after that holiday. and I have one friend in the world who gets that reference and knows that band and that’s awesome. (the band is named candlemass and they were pretty much the first goth/doom metal band and they have a classically trained opera singer. weird, I know.)
4) I can’t count
at yet another sketchy mexican dive restaurant. still in search of the world’s best tacos. will report back soon
I developed pretty severe anxiety nearly 2 years ago. the reasons why and the list of symptoms I deal with are a story for another time save for one.
I’ve started sleep walking again and it scares me. been waking up for the last few days with things moved around my room, various doors opened or closed and not wearing the same clothes I went to sleep in. I’ve been caught in the act of sleepwalking a handful of times by witnesses so I know that’s what’s going on and it fucking sucks. :/