Monday, June 07, 2004
Last night was so great. It may have been a turning point in my life.
A few very good friends helped me realize that what I need to do is to completely forsake my self-hatred once and for all. I think it's the reason that my life has gone nowhere in the past few years, and why I'm losing friends faster than I can make them; these old feelings of loathing that I stubbornly refuse to get rid of. Well, I need to grow up a little bit.
This weekend was ridiculously awesome. We saw the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band (Dirty Dirty Dirt Bag as Christer called them) on Saturday night, but what was cooler was that we saw them from the roof of the Atlas grill (we had climbed up there through a ladder leading to a hatch in the upstairs of Pizza on Dubuque), and what was cooler was that we saw them with No Shame celebrity Tabor.
OK, cool, so I'm going to go to Moulton now until tomorrow. Join me in hoping I don't die on the highway.
Two dollars a gallon. I hate gas.
A few very good friends helped me realize that what I need to do is to completely forsake my self-hatred once and for all. I think it's the reason that my life has gone nowhere in the past few years, and why I'm losing friends faster than I can make them; these old feelings of loathing that I stubbornly refuse to get rid of. Well, I need to grow up a little bit.
This weekend was ridiculously awesome. We saw the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band (Dirty Dirty Dirt Bag as Christer called them) on Saturday night, but what was cooler was that we saw them from the roof of the Atlas grill (we had climbed up there through a ladder leading to a hatch in the upstairs of Pizza on Dubuque), and what was cooler was that we saw them with No Shame celebrity Tabor.
OK, cool, so I'm going to go to Moulton now until tomorrow. Join me in hoping I don't die on the highway.
Two dollars a gallon. I hate gas.
