Señor Grumblecakes (jervo) wrote,
Señor Grumblecakes

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As I may have mentioned, I work for a big-time, multi-national corporation, one that makes billions of dollars a year and has at least 20,000 employees all over the world. You'd think that a company that large and powerful would have a working internet. Alas, no. As I write this, it's approaching 3pm and this is the first time I've been able to get online...

Still pretty tired from last night. My girlfriend is in a play with the son of one of the drummers in the Allman Brothers, and so we got to hang out backstage at the Beacon during last night's show. I'm not a huge Allman Brothers fan, although Oteil is a badass on the bass and Derek Trucks is a fucking monster slide guitar player, but I will say this - being a rock star is fucking awesome, and these guys used to be rock stars. You should've seen the size of the joints that were being passed around. The band themselves were pretty chill, not really partying or even doing anything much besides just talking as old friends, but everyone was really nice in a post-hippie sort of way.

Whoa - the internet just died again. It's 3:04 now. This is so weak. How the hell am I supposed to goof off if the internet is busted? Christ!

And it's back up again. Yay.

Anyway, so the Allmans were good, stoned fun. Speaking of which, I've had a lot of good stoned fun over the last 2 months or so - maybe too much. Perhaps I'll start writing again if my brain gets un-clouded.

And now my mind is blank. I was waiting all day for the internet to come back up so I could post, and now I've got absolutely nothing to say. Curse you, work!

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