WHERE BROOKLYN AT, WHERE BROOKYLN AT

LOSING YOUR SHIT by gout

Running Your Mouth by the Notorious BIG and Losing Friends by Death From Above 1979. FUCK AROUND AND FEEL THE FURY OF A HIGH NIGGA, WHEN I GET BUSY, THROW YOUR HANDS IN THE SKY NIGGA.

man, you win, Bob

Bob says:

*i once stabbed a man just to watch him die

GOT ROOM FOR ONE MORE?

Hey ya'll! My dad came home today with a shiny new mountain bike. Just thought I'd share. The photo is a bit shitty coz I'm too retarded to change lens to take better pictures. Yes that's right, I've got a DSLR and don't know how to use it properly and am not making too much of an effort to learn.

light up a stick like hermione

I have a Tumblr but I don't really have a Tumblr, so this is the closest I can do to reblogging. Probably one of my favourites by Dr Quoctopus. Wallpaper material if it were somehow landscape but it's still pretty neat. In case anyone is wondering, my current wallpaper is a picture of me, Stephen and Dannis wearing crocs together, so when I say that I'm considering replacing it, you know I'm srs bidnit.

i hear it's love

Hello! Not that anyone cares because no one likes Howl, but one of the singers gave me this shirt for free last night because I was THE ONLY HOWL FAN THERE.

HERE IS A SUMMARY OF MY NIGHT. YOU PROBABLY DON'T HAVE TO READ THIS.

Probably should've been really obvious, but turns out not a lot of people go to shows solely for the support acts, especially not $33 shows. Accordingly, just about everyone there last night was there for Grinspoon, or 'the Grinners,' as they were referred to as by just about everyone I talked to as I shuffled awkwardly across the row of people who were lined up right at the front of the stage as Howl were setting up. The 'row' of people consisted of me, three girls, a guy, and a small mob of dudes with rolled up chinos and really big stretchers who turned out to be Howl's roadies, who shouted lots of stuff at them throughout the set.

Thus, throughout the entire Howl set, I was literally the only one in the entire very-small crowd who was dancing and singing along (fuck tha haters behind me). I DON'T CARE MAN, I DIDN'T PAY THIRTY THREE BUCKS TO SIT AT THE BACK WITH THE GREENSPOON FANS AND BE AWKWARD. About halfway through their set, in between songs, one of the singers pointed me out and said 'kudos to this guy at the front for knowing the words,' which made me feel really special and important and everything. Their set consisted of the usual kwlz shit that I blogged about just yesterday, plus a bunch of other probably-immature-but-I-thought-it-was-funny stuff since it was the last show of the tour, like dudes from the other support band running on stage and molesting everyone and stripping the drummer, them cheering for themselves after each song finished, a Red Hot Chilli Peppers cover, and stickytaping photos of Short Stack all over their monitors.

Anyway, I realised that I had totally forgotten to bring any money for merch, so I called my parents while Greenspoon were setting up and asked them to pick me up in about half an hour and also bring some kash for a shirt. As I was sitting there near the merch table, killing time by watching Grinspoon, the Howl singer who pointed me out came by to pick up the Howl merch box and any profits. Oh no Genvin! You don't have money for a shirt yet at this point! I know, I freaked out too, so I said hello and asked him if it'd be cool if I bought a shirt in about twenty minutes. He said it was cool and asked me what size I was. He couldn't find an Extra-Small, so he handed me a Medium and told me to just have it, HURRAY! After that we chatted for a little bit, and I shook his hand when he left. I'm very gay and sissy and blog in lots of detail about this kind of thing. THAT WAS MY NIGHT. HURRAY VERY GOOD GENVIN

SEE GUYS I TOLD YOU

I WASN'T MESSING AROUND. I ACTUALLY DO OWN A GOLDEN SNITCH.