I'm missing Propagandhi. They're playing about forty minutes from me, RIGHT NOW. And I'm sitting at home typing this shit. For fuck's sake. I didn't go because of the stupidest fucking reasons. The only money I have is still in fucking euros and I couldn't get it changed. My ma gave me fifty pounds in exchange for fifty euro last night and I fucking spent it all. 10 pound credit, 8 pound into Nightmare Of You, 3 pound for a pint there, 10 pound for a NOY t-shirt and 5 pound for an ep. Then my friends took me to a gay club (...), 5 pound into that and then 5 pound for a pint and some drink for a friend. I could have done without the merch and the club, and I'd be going to Propagandhi tonight. But no. Why not just ask my mother for another exchange? Because either she wouldn't give it to me to teach me a lesson or she wouldn't have cash on her anyway. Ugh. Fuck it. I'll just have to wait another two (three, four, five) years until Propagandhi tour again. But they'll probably break up by then. Annnnnoooooyyyeeeeddddd.
Also I'm pissed off because of ladies. Damn bitches, man. There are two interests, and I have realised that I definitely can't go for one and there's probably no point going for the other at this moment. All to do with me moving home for the summer. Lame.
Although on a lighter note I think I'll be back in Malahide for work. There's a girl who comes into there (still, I hope) who's cute and likes me I think. I'll go for that.
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2 comments:
I like reading these because I would never dare blog about girl issues.
If you end up with the Malahide one, this blog will probably have to go.
All I ever write about is girls. And the only girls I write about are ones that (hopefully) don't read this blog.
If I end up with the Malahide one I'm gonna get her pregnant so she never leaves me, a lá Sos.
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