| AFP Tour mini-post |
[15 Nov 2009|11:26pm] |
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That's not my name |
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6 states 5 days 4 shows 3 Dunkin Donuts 2 articles of clothing lost 1 soundcheck
Many, many AFP moments and pictures and tweets and overtired yelling of "that's not my name!"
Before I left, I lived in this bizarre fantasy world where I thought that there would be time for sightseeing and visiting friends and catching other shows and eating at sit-down restaurants.
There was not.
I don't know what the fuck I was thinking. We om nommed gas station food and Dunkin Donuts food (often AT gas stations) and I used the bathrooms at the venue every night and we got very little sleep anyway. Traffic was always shitty and took too long. Internet was unreliable or flat unavailable. Things that required charging were never charged. We were routinely too wound-up at night to sleep (but nowhere to go at 3 a.m.!) It was awesome and painful and crazy all at the same time.
And it was wonderful.
All the same, I'm glad as hell to be home. Will post pictures once I find my camera cord and my awakeness. I lack both ATM.
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| Writer's Block: War and peace |
[22 Oct 2009|01:22pm] |
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I disagree with a policy to require service in armed forces, but I think a national service requirement would be great (so you could join armed forces, you could participate in Americorps type programs for social causes, you could build houses, you could attack paperwork with a pen/keyboard if that's your thing). Basically any of the things that keep our nation running that nobody wants to do and nobody has the money to pay people to do.
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| Punch dog in face! |
[24 Sep 2009|08:25am] |
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My dog somehow managed to get my bunny this morning and terrify the fuck out of him. Actually, I don't know if it was the dog or the cat, or both (probably both) but I came in to find my bunny just laying there... he even let me pick him up and cuddle him!
I was like... flipping the fuck out for a bit (especially since he HATES being picked up), but I kind of poked him all over and he didn't seem to be in pain, and then since he was so cute I started tickling his little bunny belly (because this is probably the only time I will ever be able to do it!). Then he kicked him in the face, so I figured he was feeling better.
The intarwebz assure me that bunnies play dead... damn, I had no idea they were that good at it. The little fucker was LIMP!
But when I left he was happily om nomming banana chips and raisins and giving me that "you're a bad mommy for letting bigger animals om nom ME!" look.
I kind of wanted to punch both the dog and the cat in the face.
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