I don't make no sense.
I ended up being able to go to Sonic Youth last night. It was pretty fun. We got there a little late but the band ended up playing for almost two hours. They did 3 or 4 encores. For a free concert you really can't bitch. I saw a ton of people that I knew there.
Another cool thing was how many people brought their kids. I was wishing that the baby could have come but it probably wouldn't have been the best time for him.
One person who wasn't there was Paco. I called him to see if he was going but he said, “No, tonight's bowling night.”
Dood. Free Sonic Youth concert on a beautiful night : your weekly bowling league night with all those dorky people and spending money that you don't have on crap beer. Come on. Even if you don't like Sonic Youth is it really a contest?
Whatever. Die a yinzer. See if I care.
Anyway.
I have some errands to run today: go to the bank, go to Eckerd, buy feminine hygiene products, refill BCP prescription, maybe buy some detergent.
I had to finish up laundry this morning so that took up a big chunck of time. Then I had to argue with the boyfriend about what our roles will be when I start working. He's half-right when he thinks that we're just going to reverse duties. However, I'm not sure what he thinks I do all day while he's at work. I think he's looking forward to long days of computer shite and video games and occasionally throwing a crust of bread towards the baby. Wrong. While it is true that I do my fair share of computer nonsense (hence this journal), if I come home to find the baby in hysterics, dishes piled up in the sink and the laundry getting up and walking out the door by itself while the boyfriend wastes electricity on the PS2, I will go on a murderous rampage the likes of which have never been seen before.
Today's lesson: Don't work to be a cliche. It makes you look fat.
