I keep looking at cruise photos.
I keep smiling.
I keep having this wet shit rolling from my eyes.
I have to go get a haircut this morning. I love haircuts. There is something nearly orgasmic about having my hair played with, even if it serves a purpose.
And no, homophobes, I don't give a shit if it's a dude or a chick cutting my hair, it ALWAYS feels fucking amazing to have fingers running through my hair.
The band I was most looking forward to seeing on the cruise was The Attack. They did not disappoint.
This band is why I always, always, always show up early enough to catch the opening act. They opened up for the Bunny Gang and KILLED IT in Boston.
Boys and girls, always go support the opening act. It will lead to beautiful new musical love affairs.