Urgent. Will die without reading.

• 13:35 I can drink the oolong all day longoo. #
• 14:20 Henry just said I’m not allowed to cook anymore. :( #
• 15:39 @spacecoaster I wish you could be a professional political Tweeter. #
• 18:15 I wish I didn’t have grownup responsibilities to handle before leaving for shows. Fucking stresses me out when all I want to do is ROCK. #
• 18:27 Nothing beats an impromptu political debate as I’m trying to walk out the door. #
• 18:34 HAHAHA and now we’re driving in silence. You know, this is how the mehoover journal was conceived four years ago. #
• 19:08 Henry and I are in the drunk tank with the other 6 21&overs. #
• 19:12 Oh don’t mind me, scene kids. I’ll just be blogging about you and your asymmetrical hair tomorrow. #
• 19:33 twitpic.com/d0r4 – Faux scene kids #
• 19:42 Henry keeps trying to converse with me but I can’t hear past his beer breath. #
• 19:50 Styx came on the speakers between bands and Henry is like “oh good, my kind of music. Pass the Old Milwaukee ” #
• 19:54 I tweet because henry doesn’t listen to me. #
• 20:01 twitpic.com/d0wh – “I used to drink Pabst when I was 17. Durrr. Wanna dry hump?” #
• 20:04 Shows should have height restrictions. No one taller than Erin Appledale* admitted. (*new name, remember??) #
• 20:15 Just saw a boy that looked like if Prince was a scene kid but failed miserably at capturing evidence. #
• 20:58 Everyone started screaming bc the lights changed colors. Henry was annoyed by this. #
• 21:17 /:6/55;;;j(6:63: OMFG DYING OUCH #
• 22:17 I like watching all the boys searching 4 shoes after the show. #
• 00:33 After a discussion w/ Christina on beastiality, we realized we actually do have morals and limits. I feel refreshed. #
• 11:52 Me: “Chooch, who’s your mommy?” Chooch: “Asshole.” Close enough, I guess. #
• 11:53 I woke up under a cloud of post-show depression. Henry apparentally woke up to a three-beer hangover. What a lamer. #

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