Concert. Now. Need white shirt. Don't think I have one. Might just have to leave shirt off, reavealling white flesh that hasn't seen the sun for months and months, and then hide behind my viola hoping no-one will notice.
Actually, the bags under my eyes are probably big enough to hide behind, but they're a tasteful grey colour, so that's not quite keeping to the dress code.
Oh dear. My brain's finally given up.
Monday, March 14, 2005
by Mad at 8:49 pm
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Hello, I have three white shirts. Care to borrow one?
Just get on a plane and tell the pilot San Antonio. Call me from the airport.
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