My first rock concert was the Butthole Surfers. I had bought a motorcycle jacket earlier that day. Size 42, way too big, really. I gave it to my sister later, but I don't think she ever wore it.
Some girl almost bought it today. She tried it on a few times. But she bought some 80s hipster batwing leather jacket instead.
The funniest part is that he has a very similar personality to me and
another issue we had was that she had grown bored of me so I can't see
them staying together for more then a few years.
Didn't you say you used to travel a lot? How could she find you boring? Maybe just... absent? Disinterested? Or perhaps she found your Switzerland neutrality boring?
In here you strike me as very...flat. Maybe it's the psychopathic flat affect. Loki used to sound like you sometimes.
She hated travelling and never forgave me for takeing her to europe with me, all expenses paid. She also was pissed when I took her on the trans siberian railroad with me. She hated that I'd done things that she hadn't and was the type of personality that decided anything they were jealous of must be stupid and not worth it.
I'm also alot different then this offline, I just don't bother to fake emotions on here, its harder to do through type and considering the crowd here its really not worth the effort. I also do have strong convictions on some things, I just don't usually care to argue them. I'm more passive aggressive then confrontational usually. Its also hard to offend or upset me.
She hated travelling and never forgave me for takeing her to europe
with me, all expenses paid. She also was pissed when I took her on the
trans siberian railroad with me. She hated that I'd done things that she
hadn't and was the type of personality that decided anything they were
jealous of must be stupid and not worth it.
This is fucking weird.
And how old were you two again? You said something about being together at 16. Where did you have the money to travel all over Europe from?
That must have been interesting.
My first one was in a shitty dive that smelled like sweat, puke, cigs, and stale beer. Just some local friends of mine opening for a not too terribly popular but nonetheless touring punk band. It didn't matter that the music was pretty much shit. That kind of punk wasn't meant for the radios. It was meant for kids like us, exactly where we were, doing exactly what we were doing. Acting like a bunch of hyped up filthy animals, looking for gaps in the cage.