I QUIT

I quit festivals. I have realised that I am too fucking short and I might as well stay home and watch a dvd of whatever artist I have decided that I like because I will be approx 10 bazillion times closer and be able to see 10 bazillion things more clearly than if I actually attempted to watch them at a festival. Also without grossies hanging around and smelling and touching me and I can pay $2 for a beer (or even less with a carton of Export) instead of $12. Dear dude that bloganized me yesterday, why was your shirt so fucking Orange? Who were you? Did you think I was going to bang you or run after you or make friends with you just because you screamed SEE OH DEE and then GRACEY at me? Also last night I got beaten up by a gang of Aboriginals because sometimes I don't know when to shut the fuck up. Lying on the road being kicked in the head is an entirely new experience that isn't as bad as you think it might be, it's kind of liberating. Maybe I should become a street fighter. I think I might start fighting people now that I know it's fuck all. This is my new favourite photo in the world.