Your soul. Give it to me:

Which picture of me is better? The one with the double chin (smeared with lipstick, thanks to having a big fat bottom lip and drinking without a straw) and the demon eyes? Or this one, which, to the careful observer, indicates that I probably don’t need to drink any more. Left to my own devices, I stop drinking pretty early, because I run out of money. Generosity from others can sometimes be a curse. I half half a dozen bruises and one scraped knee from that night that I don’t remember getting. Oh, alcohol, you take the pain away.

Blah blah blah… Hey, all these pictures are in reverse order. I was still slightly sensible during KMFDM. I could’ve sworn I’d been to House of Blues before, but I didn’t recognize it at all, so I guess not. Perk of having awesome husband: box seats.

See how fucking cool I am? Feh… Whatever. We’re looking down on you unwashed masses. That’s right, you’re scum! Not really, but damn. I don’t think I can handle crowds like that anymore. How did I ever go to concerts without flipping the fuck out?

I wish there was one of these within reach of my couch:

Oh, right… entire context of photos has not been mentioned. KMFDM concert. Duh duh duh. Met Steve White (he plays a guitar!) Sean toured with him last year, ’cause he was doing live guitar for 16 Volt at the time. He was charming, to be sure (or at least… I don’t remember any differently)

In conclusion, here is a picture of a newspaper clipping from sometime last month that Sean found hilarious. Wiener! Har har. Yeah, I don’t know what’s wrong with him, either.

If this post seems disjointed, it’s because I’ve been sleeping hardly at all ever, it’s 5:30am, and I can’t be arsed to be sensible. What are you going to do about it?

More zombie goodness last night… Above is what I looked like when I got home. Luckily the fake blood didn’t stain anything, including my hair, but it’s a bitch getting that stuff in your eyes, for future reference (at least if you’re wearing contacts). I was half blind for a little bit there, but I don’t think I klutzed it up too much, considering. I haven’t noticed any new bruises that don’t wash off, at least. Last time, I was covered in them. Then again, that seems to be the case most days. I pretty much guarantee that since I’m not really awake yet, that the first thing I’ll do once I get up to get back into bed in a minute will be… walking straight into my doorpost.

As you can tell from these pictures, I’ve put on a lot of weight lately. Fat, fat, fat :-p Actually, I have put on 10 pounds lately. And I’m still a twig. How knobby my knees must have been a couple of months ago! I’m pretty sure that my shoulder blades could actually cut you…