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Thursday, June 10th, 2010
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11:41 pm - what is this? i don't even...
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dave chappelle once said the worst place you can be taken without knowing you're going there is the ghetto. i'd like to raise a contender to that. i think the worst place, for me anyway is being taken to a "jam sesh" when you think you're going to a bar to drink beer and play pool.
words cannot describe...i just hate it so much. and that's what happened tonight. i was taken to go see some shitty band play their 10 minute rock ballads for me and one other person. turning around every song and saying "did you like that? that's an original". i thought i could handle it, like how many songs could they have right? 36. they have 36 fucking songs and just blowing through them all despite the fact that we look like we want to rip our ears off and eat them just to feel something. they just keep going, and going. and going.
and like not to get in to their physical appearance, cause i don't think i need to, but i'm pissed off so i will... the bass player is 5 feet tall. that's not an exaggeration.he's a 5 foot dwarf with red hair and, and, he was wearing fingerless gloves.
nothing says "we're gonna make it!" like fingerless gloves. Oh, and the best part he was wearing one of those shirts that says "my family is afraid of me" or some shit. i'm just so pissed and it was hot in there and everyone was smoking and i just wanted to scream "ITS NOT GOING TO HAPPEN FOR YOU FUCKTARDS OKAY!?" stop punishing me. if i tell you the song is good will you stop playing me more? is there any answer i can give that won't result in more power ballads and shitty banter?
i finally just said straight up that i'm leaving. like no excuse of work just "i wanna go home".
fuck. could have been a perfectly good evening.
current mood:  irate
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