I had a rather eventful Friday. Not this Friday, but recently. Normally, I work Friday, but I was like fuck this, I refuse to work another Friday and I asked off. It was a rainy cold day. A really great day for a drive, so me and this girl I go to school with decided to go out.
I've never actually talked about her on the blog before. I guess we'll just call her Black. She's a hard rocker, she loves dark colors. I love her. She can drive me up a wall, but she's still bae Needless to say we didn't have a plan for the better part of this day. We just made random turns until we ended up someplace we felt like stopping.
We met this one woman named Chevy. She loved my pink hair and said that made up for me not wanting piercings. She had really cool neck tattoos, but that is just too much for me. I love it. I just can't.
We also stumbled upon a voodoo shop. Turn up. I was a little upset by the sexist potions. It was all make 'him' love you and what if you wanted a woman to love you. There was nothing for you. I was definitely offended. I don't even know what she ended up buying it was bath salts and they do something that I don't even know.
As I said, Black is a hard core rocker. Although, she doesn't like The Pretty Reckless and that's a point of contention. HOW DO YOU NOT LIKE THE PRETTY RECKLESS. But, that's beside the point. She casually mentioned that she really wanted to see Marilyn Manson, but no one wanted to see it with her.
Then, she was like do you want to see him with me? I was like, I'm not spending a lot of money to see Marilyn Manson. I like him, but... Then. She was like I'll buy your ticket.
And, I was like. Damn, baby you right. So, now easily scared little me is going to see Marilyn Manson. I guess this means I'm buying The Pale Emperor after all. That was his last album. I did a Friday Favorites (Media Monday?) article on it. I know it's been three months and I still haven't bought it. I'm excited, though.