So quick to blow your fuse.

It's been awhile, dearest blogger. Let's just get right to this. On Monday, October 29th I had the pleasure of seeing Job for a Cowboy and Behemoth at Slim's. Well, what I remember of that night is a bit hazy. I will tell you this: I don't remember seeing the main band, Behemoth. I remember the guitarist or bassist was kind of scary. But for some reason I thought it would be a good idea to wear my fuzzy Emu shoes? While Russell and DJ were going to liquor store to buy a tall boy Adriana, her cousin and I walked into the show and Job for a Cowboy was playing and everyone in front of us wasn't moving but they were those whiny kind of dicks that would make a big deal if you pushed them. So for some reason, my brain told me it would be a good idea to tell all the fags and posers to move.
I whipped out my Sidekick ID and was talking to people on AIM. I guess I was squinting pretty bad and my lips were all pouty and Adriana was like, "Uh...what're you doing?" And I told her, "Shh...this is my concentration face."
And then I fell down. Haha, I thought it was due to a mosh pit but later I found out that Behemoth was just setting up and I had fallen out of no where.
Whoops.
When Behemoth started I went to the front and I found Russell. This asshole and his girlfriend were preventing me from standing next to him so I got kind of nasty. I dug my claws into his side and was pinching him. I think he hit me on top of my head. And his girlfriend was pushing me.
"GET THE FUCK OFF ME!"I screamed as I pushed her.
She pushed me back. "GET THE FuuuuUCK off!" I grabbed her boob and started clawing and pulling on it...She went away. Yuuus. Not my finest moment. Haha.
I then drove everyone home. Lawl.
Uhm, what happened next?
My anniversary! On Halloween Russell and I celebrated 4 years of love. We stayed in and did the event on Gaia for most of the day while watched the Halloween series on AMC.
Around 6 we left and ate some Burger King and then we went to the Fillmore and saw Rooney.
They dressed up like the Beach Boys for Halloween and were pretending to be them and were covering Rooney songs. It was cute.
Lotsa good costumes in the Fillmore with some teletubbies, teddy bears, and the sluts in lingerie.
When Rooney got off the stage I got a shirt and they gave me a pass for the meet and greet upstairs. So I got the band to sign my ticket and I asked the lead singer why he didn't do Princess Diaries 2. He said he wasn't interested. I told him it upset me and he apologized.
The next day was yet another concert. Russell was planning on seeing Hannah Montana with Mike for his birthday. But 3 Inches of Blood was playing the same night and Russell loves that band. It didn't seem like he'd have enough time to see both shows so I was going to go down to Thee Parkside and just go in and get him a signed poster. Adriana came along and on the way there Russell called and said they weren't going to see Hannah Montana and to go pick him up at BART.
Apparently the girl Mike has been in love with for the past 5 or 6 months ruined his birthday. Russell and this other girl's tickets weren't on the will call list like they were supposed to be so they couldn't go in. Mike didn't want to go in if Russell was going to wait outside the whole time but Russell said it was his birthday and to go have some fun. The girl was like, "Hellloo, Michael, you said you were going to buy me a margarita and some food!" Mike told her that he was going to buy her those things with money he was going to borrow from Russell and he didn't want to if Russell couldn't even see the show.
She then freaked out and started insulting him and to make a ridiculously long story short I picked up Mike and Russell up at the 16th and Mission St. BART stop and we got Mike drunk and cheered him. I even gave him a Hannah Montana tattoo to cheer him up since he payed all that money and only got to see her perform one song. He seemed happy.
Russell got pretty effed up, too. Mike went into a mosh pit for the first time. He said, "Wow, I keep falling and they keep picking me up!"
I got the lead singer of 3 Inches of Blood to sign on a poster for my baby. He left with the poster, a sweatshirt and a black eye [that is still on his pretty face as I type]
Good night, good night.

Next night, Friday we went to Berkeley and stood in line to see Dethklok. The fucking assholes managing the venue weren't accepting the free tickets the were supposed to and they were just letting everyone in until they filled maximum capacity. They was about 7 people in front of us when they closed the doors and wouldn't let anyone in. Russell was heartbroken and pissed so we went to our friend Ava's house since she lived down the block. She bought a giant bottle of Skye vodka and a bag of Red Bull and Monster.
Gabi, Adriana, and I left to go get some chips for a minute. When we came back Oksana was passed out on the floor and Mario was nowhere in sight and Garrett, Russell, and [i forget his name] were talking about Star Trek was the original Transformers movie was on in the background.
We sat down and ate chips. When Gabtron went to use the bathroom she came back and was laughing about the monstrosity she just found in Ava's sink. Mario puked up chunks of cut up hot dog and like whole beans. Gabi was like, "Dude, do you chew your food?" All he could say was "Ughnn," as he was laying in the bathroom. Haha.
We had to leave before 12 so we could catch the last BART train but getting Oksana and Mario out of the house was going to be a hard task.
We got Oksana literally out of the house...and then she puked and refused to move. Mario was barely conscious so Garrett figured he'd try to get them in his car while we all walked to BART.
On the way, Russell ripped a "For Sale" sign out of someone's lawn and made his friend Matt carry it because he looks like Jesus and was like, "Put Jesus on his cross."
That was cute. Again, long story short we had to leave Mario and Oksana there due to the fact they couldn't move.
Lastnight Russell had people over and saw Mike being sexual with Adriana's older sister.
Ughh...so terrible.
But yead, that's basically what has been happening.
I'll write a more personal one eventually but there's a burrito with my name on it. Must flee.