gay cowboys

I mustered all the courage I could and headed to work.
I got busted for my New Year lie.
I told work I'd be with family and couldn't work, my roommates told on me.
I'd like to believe not on purpose.
As punishment she wants me to work every Friday and Saturday for a bit.
I say fuck that, she needs me more than I need her.
When work ended I headed over to Gus' Pub for a Jeff Coll 5 show.
Matt was there, we hung out and hugged all night.
Matt Mongraw makes me smile like no other, he has this power.
He makes you feel like the only person in the world that matters.
If only for the few hours you spend with him.
Its nice to feel needed sometimes.
Anyways, we set around my porch and talked for hours.
We said goodbye atleast 4 times and would just start talking again.
I woke up super sick the next morning and in a terrible mood.
After the refusal to help clean from my roommates I ended up doing it all myself.
You know its cool that they come to the potluck, its cool that they eat the food, its even cool that they eat my favorite left-overs, but would it really hurt to help a girl clean when she is feeling ILL?
I was besides myself with rage the entire time I was cleaning.
We ended up with a few dishes less because of this anger, including a plate I smashed on the floor on purpose.
Thats a secret though.
Julia came to visit me at work, we girl talked.
When I finally left work I hung out at my house for the rest of the night.
I had to work Saturday at lunch time.
I went in and did all the work for 2 shifts within an hour.
By 3 30 there was absolutely nothing for me to do.
I convinced a co-worker to come out to the Switzer show.
I left one Subway to go get drunk at another one.
When Alex got off work, we went to her place and continued the drinking madness.
She drank 6 beer in 2 hours, is that even possible?
The show was fucking ridiculous.
Die Brucke and the Hold both played amazing sets.
Gilbert Switzer however stole the show.
They had a lot of time to fuck around with, they played upwards to 20 songs in an hour.
By the end of the set, Troy was in his underwear and was jumping off the stage.
Broken glass and one too many tumbles to the floor.
He hurt himself I think, but whats a little pain in name of punk rock?
I got kicked in the head twice and Jodi got some crotch to the face.
One of the best Switzer sets I've seen, the crowd was eating that shit up.
Meghan looked hot with her new guitar, it really suits her.
When the show ended it was decided that we were heading to my house.
Godwin, Nathan, Jodi, Stacy, Eben, Derrick, Mike D and Meghan watched punk dvds at my house until the wee hours of the morning.
I don't really remember people leaving, or basically the last hour before I finally crashed.
I woke up to Meghan and Mike D talking about breakfast.
At the end of the rallying the troops we were 7 of us being loud and obnoxious at the Greek House.
Flea Market, Dio Mio smoothies, GG Allin videos.
Had supper with Emily at Spartan.
Nothing gets the tears flowing like two gay cowboys.
I really enjoyed that movie, they looked so lost without each other.
I hate movies for putting this 'love' notion in my head.
They make me all gaga for about a day until I get back to reality.
I just told Jen my philosophy 'I want someone to touch my junk and tell me to shut up once and a while'.
Is that too much to ask for?
Natalie came over, we made potatoes and watched Jaws.
Here I am.
Thinking about gay cowboys and my lack of junk touching.