80's

In case you wanted to know what I would look like if it was the 80's...


The sad thing is that I didn't even touch my hair. I just have permanent 80's hair all the fucking time which is only a good thing when I'm going to some ridiculous concert. These pictures don't really do my makeup justice. The lighting must tone it down a lot because I look obnoxious in the mirror.


After the show: okay, so KISS was awesome. Opening bands sucked, which is to be expected, I guess, but Kiss made me happy. They waited to play all of the songs I like until the encore, but it was still awesome, way better than I expected. We had lawn seats, but I got four pavilion seats for free from some worker that was handing them out. I found Paul Stanley strangely attractive which is odd because hairy men usually make me want to die. I think it's my lead singer complex. I didn't even have to kill my annoying-as-shit stepbrother because I remembered to bring my noise-canceling headphones so I was basically deaf for the whole ride there and back. I want to go see Motley Crue at Ozzfest, but idk if it's going to happen. They're the only band I care about on the tour this year. I just wanna see Tommy Lee and Nikki Sixx, super gorgeous forty and fifty-somethings. I know it's alarming that I like men older than my parents, but well, they're rock stars and therefore some conventional rules go out the window. I know they're man-whores whose band tends to exploit women, but I'm allowed to have a couple contradictions, right? I grew up with Motley Crue and all that 70's and 80's music. I loved and sang Girls Girls Girls not knowing it was about strippers, and not knowing Dr. Feelgood is about a heroin dealer. I liked all of that before lyrics mattered, and so be it.

I have to go the doctors tomorrow morning, and I'm going to have to try not to hyperventilate. AHHHHHHHHH. Time for sleep.