I'm back to hating Valentine's Day. I should I have known. The ominous day that overshadows my birthday and fills stores with chocolate till I vomit at the sight of pink and red was not going to release it's grip on my neck to let me breathe for a second.
Ew.
Well even though I missed THREE Jeff Lewis shows there's still Deerhoof (edit: which I will not be attending but hopefully there's studio b on my birthday).
It's a "fuck fuck fuck motherfucker shit shit" situation. And I am not happy.
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