shook…
off the body image issues, because adulthood, and fuck it. Self love is a journey, and in any journey there are peaks and valleys. That’s how it goes… thanks for letting me vent.
About the set: It should be noted that yesterday I managed to shoehorn the chorus from Aaliyah’s “One In A Million” into the breakdown on “Your Comments Are Atrocious.” I also ended the set by rolling around the floor by the jazz records screaming “HIT THE DISCOUNT.” which is only amusing to the reckless employees. I tangled my legs up with the mic-chord and draped them onto the cd racks while trying to do a headstand. Great set.
Now I’m sitting at home, watching classic album documentaries on netflix and some nofauxx bullshit on the laptop…craving both pizza and wanting to make someone come on my face. Preferably at different times.
