the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.
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8:36 p.m. + 2005-09-15 = whisky=bravery, yes?
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typical...
my first show in months starts in 2.5 hours and i've yet to make a setlist. moreover, i've yet to re-memorize my lyrics.
it's odd to have butterflies-in-stomach-esque jitters before a show.
it's strangely comforting.
i better get free drink tickets out of this.
but! (as some of you may be aware(remember the new year's at A&B's flat? the one where i showed up with my wisdom teeth newly-pulled out?)) i cannot play drunk.
i can write an asskicking song whilst totally trollied!
but, i cannot play a gig drunk.
a terrible Replacement i would have made.
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