I hold grudges sometimes, like my mother.

This just isn't my week. Every thing I've planned to do, whether it's going to Boulder Beach, going to see Transformers, going to see Blue Scholars, having brunch or dinner with friends...none of it has worked out. Last night was my breaking point -- due to a fiasco of miscommunication, I completely missed the Blue Scholars' set at the 777-fest downtown. I got to see Lifesavas, but I was completely pissed the whole time. Which is unfortunate, but sometimes, I have a hard time letting go of these things.

But in the end, everything was fine. I met up with some friends, and we went to the Baby Bar to see James Pants spin. I danced my aggression out so I'm ready to face the world again.

And write poems, because I'm behind in the postcard poem game.