December 2011
19 posts
Band member: Hi, nice to meet you!
Me: I can't believe I'm actually talking to you, and breathing the same air! Oh my gosh, I'll never wash these lungs again. sldkjfhglkjdf
Band member: *laughs*
Me: *laughs*
Band member: So do you want me to sign something?
Me: Let's make beautiful babies.
Band member: What?
Me: What?
Band member:
Me:
Band member:
Me:
Band member:
Me: I asked if you could sign my.... poster.
Band member: I could have sworn you just said -
Me: Poster.
Band member: But -
Me: Poster.
Concerts are kind of like sex.
I mean
you’re sweating
the lead singer is sweating over you
looking down at you and smiling at you underneath him
you’re screaming at the top of your lungs
he’s panting after each song
and after the last song
it’s over
your hair is totally fucked up
and he’s putting his shirt back on
and you’re just standing in the crowd like
can I get pregnant from this?
