My house is pretty fucked. In the good kind of way. The kitchen floor was black yesterday morning when we woke up and this morning cans of K and strongbow black litter the worktops. My surroundings make me a little less guilty that I'm drinking beer for breakfast (Minty's still in the spare room asleep, that guy needs to find somewhere to live more than a night a week).
I'm playing at K Fest later today and I'm pretty excited, but not half as excited as I am about seeing THIRD EYE BLIND LATER TONIGHT.
Fuck yeah. I've only met a few people who share my love for Third Eye Blind, which makes them the kind of band that when I put them on the stereo at a party comes the inevitable "ah Gibbo, what the fuck is this shit?". Kind of like American Hearts by Piebald.
We can all thank MC Lars for that.
In a bit.
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