Slowly Going Bald
"Look, we're gonna spend half the night driving around the Hills looking for this one party, and you're gonna say it sucks, and we're all gonna leave and we're gonna go look for this other party. But all the parties and all the bars, they all suck. I spend half the night talking to some girl who's looking around the room to see if there's someone who's more important she should be talking to, and it's like I'm supposed to be all happy 'cause she's wearing a backpack."
Thursday, November 17, 2005
3 Comments:
If Robert's Dad is right, we might not make it through the night.
Tell us all about it (I can't use the link due to the filter at work... bastards)
By 
Master Baron Von Tuckenstein the First Esquire, at
8:51 AM, November 18, 2005
Actually, it's:
"Havin' her on my brain's like gettin' hit by a train
She's gonna kill me
Oh Celeste, Oh Celeste." That's the name of that stick-legged girl.
And yeah, it was an amazing show. Among the highlights was the opener "The Streets of Where I'm From," and later the one-two punch of "W. Tx Teardrops" and "Barrier Reef." Pure greatness.
By Dan Carlson, at
11:38 AM, November 20, 2005
Well, I've had fajitas with Roger Clyne, so I'm not sweating it, either.
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