Ding-dang it.

[thehefner]

Amanda Palmer is in town tonight, the few tickets I can find are eighty bucks, and I like her but I don't like her eighty bucks worth but I know I might if I saw how awesome she actually is live because of how everybody's been raving about her live show because half my f-list has seen her live including my ex so that's a thing in of itself and they all raved but in doing so have kinda browncoated her but it might be fun if someone else went with me but I don't have anyone else here except maybe Edd who likes Gogol Bordello but doesn't know her but eighty bucks is eighty bucks and I...

... I just need steak and a blowjob. Stat.

EDIT: Screw it. Ticket acquired, and thankfully, for a fuck lot less than eighty bucks. I'm going alone, and I'm gonna enjoy myself, damn it.

It occurs to me, I fear my trademark bowler derby will just make me look like a poseur fanboy in that crowd. Hrm.

Comments

Re: selective reading

[thehefner.livejournal.com]

Hehe, no, ironically, not really. Oh, I enjoy them well enough, but I don't really get off like that. Furthermore, I'm not even that big a fan of steak. But "steak and a blowjob" was coined by a friend of mine, and it's still more phonetically pleasing than, say, "sex and pie."

Re: selective reading

[tamburlaine.livejournal.com]

I could go for some double penetration and churros.

[thehefner.livejournal.com]

How about sixty-nine and a bag of Utz?

[tamburlaine.livejournal.com]

A facial and a... facial.

[thehefner.livejournal.com]

I think you win. Even if you did break the pattern.

Man, now I want some form of sex and junk food. All I have is this lousy ticket to see Amanda Palmer live.