Fata Morgana.
Hi, my name is Jobelle.Now, go fuck yourself.
Nov 24, 2009
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Nov 20, 2009
That was weird, I finished an entire roll of Salami while watching Corpse Bride and I honestly thought I was eating cheese from the moon.
Until I was down to the last piece did I realize that the moon isn’t made from cheese. Bizarre world I live in.
Eat this shit. →
Clicking the heart button isn’t enough. Gotta show the world. Beautiful photo. Applause.
Via: michaelasays
Another one of those “WHERE THE FUCK HAVE I BEEN?” realizations..
Nonetheless… HELL YEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!
Gasulina.
I’ve only seen them once, and I fell in love instantly. I rarely get into a band the first time I see them live, it takes me some time because I like comparing recorded tracks with their live sets. But in their case, I couldn’t resist. When they play live, it’s hella clean, I couldn’t even tell if I was listening to the radio or what. Definitely a band to look out for.
Unfortunately, they only have one track in their page, but it’s worth the listen, if you like that, I must insist that you check them out in the next gig near you!
Gasulina’s MySpace
YOU WILL CLICK THIS.
Nov 21, 2009
Figure it out. Just click it. You’ll do it. You’ll understand that link. Do it. Trust me. Do it.
Eat this shit.→So Unbecoming
There were three girls wearing a black dress in the gig.
It would have looked fine if only one of them was wearing one, but ALL of them were, and you know, it was the kind of dress you grab from a night market made from cheap fabric so they looked cheap in it and they did look cheap, generally speaking. (Yes, I am going to be mean, and if those three girls happen to be following me, well you can all kiss my ass.) Plus it was the kind of dress people would wear for SUPER DUPER COOL CLUBS. I will not cut you some slack. I have the right to bitch rant about it in my blog, so you are allowed to bitch rant about it in your blogs and whatever shit you have on you too. Mind you, I was already sober as fuck when I noticed their presence so I’m not delirious about this.
I found it distasteful because I think the whole idea of the Black Dress is a goth girl sitting in front, not some PARTAY GIRL. Not even a touch of class. Shame on you.
With that said, I WILL NEVER WEAR A BLACK DRESS TO GIG ANYMORE. I know for a fact that I place humor in it, I made it fun, but seeing that, it just grossed me out. You made it look so sleazy, and considering you were three friends, together, wearing a black dress, with cheap make-up spread all over your jagged faces, with your cheap dresses draped over your cheap bodies, and your cheap shoes on your cheap pedicure. Gawd.
Nothing personal. Go eat my shit.
In other news, I AM MAJORLY HUNGOVER, MIGRAINES ALL AROUND, AND I AM HUNGRY AS FUCK.
Lastly, Henry startled me by peeking into my car window and he flashed a heavenly smile after my “WHAT THE FUCK!” reaction. Adorable. I died a little.
