I'm going to turn you into POO

I can't believe I had to work one of the WORST shows in the history of... well, shows. Since the dawn of time bands like The Eagles, Guns and Roses, Nickleback and Simple Plan have paraded countries, sharing there ill-founded music. Eww. Just... eww. It's bands like these that traumatize ears everywhere.

Where am I going with this? Well, I'm just setting the stage up to inform everyone that Edgefest 2004 is the definition of pseudo-punk fucks decking it out in the worst get-ups ever all awaiting to listen to one of the most horrible line-ups. Correction: THE WORST LINE-UP PERIOD. Alexis on Fire, The Salads, Jet, Good Charlotte. All bands which, for whatever reason unbeknownst to me, fail to be run over repeatedly by cars, and fail to be trampled on by elephants. They all sound horrid live, to the point where thousands of ears burst out in a stream of blood-- oh wait, that was my set of ears. Not only did I have to serve spoiled rich white kids, I had to serve their parents as well. And the biggest piss-off was the fact that MY FUCKING TIPS WERE STOLEN. Who the fuck does such a thing? PEOPLE WHO ATTEND EDGEFEST 2004!!! OH! that made me retardedly bitter. But one nice gal made all of her friends tip me after hearing that my funds were pinched.

After the show Marc and Katlynd were so gracious in picking me up from the GO at midnight. They then proceeded to take me to Patricia's, who was throwing a little shindig. I think the main point of the shindig was to show off her new love interest. Regardless, I had a lot of fun. Anna, Claire, Julia x 2, Patricia, Patricia's interest (Rob) and Katlynd stood on the drive way as Marc and I streaked. Marc also took the liberty of just staying naked after the streaking was done, something that was not argued by any of us there. Holy fuck nut, that boy is hot. He also didn’t mind the random touching of his ass by everyone. Methinks he was trying to get into KKs pants, but that's neither here nor there. Hot tubbing also took place. And let me tell you that drinking beer in a hot tub is fucking great. Too cool for words, even.

There was one point where I didn't know where anyone was (Patricia's house is HUGE), and so I took it upon myself to find a bed and sleep. Katlynd joined me sometime later. Well, she must have because I woke up to her getting out of bed this morning to use the loo. Good times, says I. I say a lot of things, don't I? Yes, well, deal with it. Patricia and Marc came into the bedroom this morning to try and get us out of bed; Patricia wanted to drive us home at that point so she could go back to bed.

I believe that brings us up to date. I have to work (again!) tonight. The band playing is _much_ more enjoyable, and I'm sure it'll draw an older crowd who loves beer and, more importantly, likes to tip.

G'day, all.