jared and i went to see busty and the bass at petit campus on saturday night and it was very fun and i danced my socks off.

i was at the very front with a bunch of friends i bumped into for the end of the first band’s set and the whole second band’s set, and at some point, this girl and her friend had managed to get in front of me for busty’s set.

after a while, this girl turns around and says ‘can you give me some space,’ in a really wicked, like ‘back the fuck off’ tone and i just looked at her and asked, ‘do you know where the fuck you are’ and told her ‘you’re at the fucking front, so no i can’t give you some space.’ i don’t think that was the answer she wanted, but it’s the answer she got, and i’m pretty sure i heard her mutter ‘wow’ before she turned back around.

but seriously, i’m not just standing there thanking the good Lord i get to make physical contact with you. it’s not very fun for me either to have all your saltiness disturb my halo of perfection.

however, i’ve grown to understand that in situations like these, if you can’t handle the heat, you should get the hell out of the kitchen.

her poor friend had to act as a buffer between us for the rest of the show because that delicate little flower didn’t possibly deserve the discomfort of having to be with strangers in a crowd.

i honestly love complaining about the dumb things people do.

and then i went to josh’s party where i found nellie and bumped into some pals i hadnt seen in a while, so that was nice!