Sometimes I really hate myself. My mom and I argued about me going alone to Dynamo. She, as a mother should be ofc, was paranoid that metalheads would kidnap or some shit. So she forced my father to go with me.

Now... yesterday, the 5000th ticket was sold. In other words: sold out! And guess what I didn't do? I didn't manage to get a ticket for my dad. And guess what that triggered? If you guessed an argument... you are goddamn right.

So!! Now I feel too guilty to go and all the excitement has fallen flat and the throbbing metal erection has turned into flubber. FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKKK!!!!

And also cut my hand on a glass shard today. Thanks Obama... fuck!!! *bangs head against the wall* Uuurgh... that hurts...