#redpunk

let the wild rumpus begin!

My brains have settled deeply into that post-move malaise that I always think I can avoid by refreshing Tumblr 40 times a day and/or going obsessive with the gym shit (but in reality, it comes anyway and eats me alive), but planning a visit with Redpunk & giggling on the phone with her about our mutual friends and hashing out details of the wild rumpuses (rumpusi?) we shall inflict upon the world next week really gives me something to keep my head up about.  I am going through the motions and I know it, but there are surely silver linings to all of these clouds following me around.

Tonight, I met Paddy Costello (of Dillinger Four) outside a venue and he liked my ridiculous new coat an awful lot. It was apparently cool enough to get both a compliment directly to me and also indirectly to whomever he was on the phone with (a friend who had just moments before been released from prison). So that's fun. Punk-tested...felon-approved. Also, I got hit in the back of the head with someone's pants/sash (?) tonight. The lead singer of Crimes. Redpunk and I are negotiating custody arrangements for the strange clothing item and will come to an agreement shortly.