The Squad should be happy

the show at full circle last Wednesday was anything but calm. With bands like Nox Vomica, Rat in a bucket, and Eat a Bag of Dicks, you know that you're about to be entertained. well you might have been, but i was more confused than anything. I mean not that i HATE hardcore (hardcore (def): yelling... err hollering into a microphone to make undistinguishable tones from a disemboweled grizzly bear, and placing these sound to an cornucopia of dreadful speed thrash that would make any normal person scratch their head and say: "that boy ain't right") but i dont have an ear for it.

did i mention that Hot Rod Beef Squad played as well? I even have pictures on the bands page. and to make up for my laziness i put pictures up for all of their shows. go, enjoy the love that is the hot rod beef squad.

in other news... I think i'm getting sick. The sniffle in my nose and tingle in the back of my throat is a clear indicator... either that or i should lay off the donkey sex. Funny this should happen the day after Sienna (the other half) drags my ass in to give blood. i bet you're saying "boy isn't that nice that you two, to give blood", but let me correct that sentence: "isn't that nice of YOU two, to give blood". Sienna, along with being the most manipulative con artist since me, has two other distinctive traits: 1) She gets this warm fuzzy feeling whenever she can help others and 2)is deathly afraid of blood, veins, needles, nursed, blood technicians, heart pressure cuffs, and thermometers. So, when she noticed that there was a DIRE need for type O- (O neg) blood (the "universal donor blood")she decided to do something about it. (did i mention that I have type O-?) Well, I get poked, and get sick from lack of needed antibodies, and she gets a tee-shirt for dragging me in. I 'm still trying to calculate the "fair-factor" of this deal. Oh yeah! Right after they drove the needle in my arm, they gave me a juice box. }:-/

excuse me as i get a tissue