Perfected :: Her Body :: Greek Necessity :: Deep Throats :: Scrolls

She was *there!* It was Ani DiFranco. And she. was. *there*. (points and squeals). With dreads. And a tattoo. And...oh my god. I had a coherent entry in my head, but not anymore. I need to take off my Righteous Babes Records tshirt before it starts to smell, but I can't bear to part with it. The posters I got from a cute pierced, tarten-clad, lace-up minidress-wearing chica are still in the bag, to be put up in the New Flat. I can't quite think clearly about the concert, for some inexplicable reason the only memory at all clear in my mind involved the wall of a guesthouse and stuff you really aren't meant to be *doing* against the wall of a guesthouse. It was all relatively innocent, since I had my final exam the next day. I was drunk by 4, sober by ten, and had an early night without giving in to the temptation of being dragged to London for wild debauchery. Damn. ______________________________ we have come so far :: it is over

Accomplishment :: The Moon :: Toga :: Night Flower