Getting old sucks. Mannequin Pussy is coming to The Horseshoe in May, and all I'm thinking is I'm too old to go to punk shows anymore, and that's depressing af.
Watched Taylor Tomlinson's Look At You special last night, and I adore her. She's comedic gold. Her explaining that she acts like a trapped raccoon in a garbage bag when she's in an argument with someone made me cry laugh.
Well, I'm on my own here until forever I guess. My sister went back home permanently. So it's just me, myself, and I until I get walking again. The only person you can ever count on is yourself. The upside is I finally feel free to move back to the West Coast or wherever else life pulls me towards when things are back to normal. Nothing, and no one is holding me to this city anymore.