Fuck II.

I shouldn’t have agreed to work the Chicago show tonight. First off, I hate Chicago. Secondly, I have a fuckload of Alchemy Lab-related work to do tonight.

But most pressing: I’m burnt out.

At least it’s close enough to the end of the season that I’m actually going to /attend/ a few shows:

White Stripes on the 21st.
Manson on Oct 10th.
Aerosmith / Kiss on Oct 18th.
The Cramps on Halloween.

I’ll be working half the night for three of those, so it’s a bit like getting paid to nurse beer and hang out. 😉 To be honest, working a show detracts from the fun of attending in a lot of ways, namely that I spent all night loathing all the patrons that I’m about to go in and socialize with.

This job is making me more and more cynical and misanthropic every day.

Ugh. Chicago.

~:|shudder|:~

It doesn’t help my mood… that every fuckin’ patron that I dealt with today was a motherfucking moron.

Rude. Stupid. Stubborn. Entitled. Dickheads.

You can’t imagine the dickhead crowd that’s going to be in attendance tonight.

On a lighter note, I’m thinking about changing the color of my dreads. It’s probably a very stupid idea, but I’m getting extremely bored with black. I was considering just tying in some double-ended dreads with my natural ones, but the weight is already neck-breakingly awful… a few more ounces of hair might snap my neck for good.

Digression: I think this will mark the 5th time I’ve seen the Cramps on or around Halloween.