I am going to Jello Biafra by myself . . . and suddenly feel like the lamest girl in the world.
Two days ago, this was totally okay. No one likes Jello Biafra (though everyone still likes Jello). Most have never heard of Jello Biafra. It was good.
But now there are going to be people I know there . . . which is my own damn fault . . . because I told them. Which is great. They are perfectly nice people. But I don't want a pity fest. The "oh, come sit with us . . . you sad, sad little thing . . . "
Which won't happen. Just have to turn my mind around to that, right? Jello is going to be hilarious. I just got a manicure and a Shreikback CD. Life is good. And maybe there will be shirts.
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