Last night I went to see the crazy alien band from space with my sister. It was really loud where we were standing and i fell in love with the guitar player and I can't hear anything today.
The singer reminded me of a mix between Selena and a toreador and a hyper chihuahua.
It was pretty good.
I need batteries for my camera and a fake ID and some boxes to mail things.
The morning after my last entry, when my sister came home, she said the front and back doors were wide open. So I'm thinking I'll need ghost insurance, too.
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