i thought i would miss this place when i left. not that i went far, but i've only made the ~1 hour drive a couple dozen times in the two years since i've been gone.
asheville may be the hub of culture in western north carolina, but it is also the mecca of asshat hippies and scene idiots, possibly the only one like it in the world. if shows didn't come here, neither would i.
and there are plenty of shows this week. destroyer last night, which left me wanting a sledge hammer and a megaphone to pummel and yell at almost everyone in the house with. since then, i've had maybe 4 hours of sleep, 5 hours in the field, 2 hours TAing, and 2.5 hours driving, plus or minus whatever i've forgotten, because lack of sleep seems to have shorted my memory a bit, which is not a comfy thing to realize when you're driving through asheville rush-hour traffic and can't remember how you got there. i should be asleep right now, but i'm not; i'm blogging disjointedly about why i hate asheville because it's important that i don't forget.
must never forget the hatred of the drunken dancing girl and her glaze-blue eyes. such a terrible waste of a body. also hugh jackman man. what the drunken hell were those sideburns about? also soft-spoken guy who wanted to hit on me but was too shy. he'll probably end up with some batshit scene girl with poor self esteem who treats him like shit daily. i hate girls. all girls. double dollops of hatred for asheville girls.
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so we're probably going to move back to asheville in december.
i need to go to sleep so i don't think about that again for a while. luckily i will forget thinking it, because i am so unbelievably tired that i don't even care to spellcheck this motherfucker.
gogol bordello in 3 hours.
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