So it is finally Friday and this god forsaken week is coming to an end. Or something like that. I did have a terrible week. Or just bad. I still have to clean up my apartment. I still have to do a bunch of stuff. Not too great you know.

Last night was laundry and Family day. I didn't want to do that. I wanted to hang out with someone who I had to cancel with. That isn't my idea of a good time. Or whatever.
My mom did make some dope ass super duper BBQ ribs last night. With lentils. I love lentils. Her house is shit right now because of the renovations, but It will look like gold when they are done. She is expanding her house backwards.

I'd like to nomicate Carlos Andres Gomez and Brent Shuttleworth, as the performers with the cutest groupies. Or fan base. The bitter end was nothing but women gushing over them. I swear as they performed I heard "Splash" from distant places. I think I even saw one woman faint. Really! And You could hear all of them whispering. The Brent camp, the Carlos camp, and the I'd shag them both, anytime, anyplace camp. A man couldn't even flirt because all the women had secret dreams of taking one of the dynamic duo home for the night. How do they do that?
Well they do it and do it good. The show was great as well. Dude on the violin and dude on the ciello were just phenomenal. I love strings. And Carlos was the only act that got the whole bar to be quiet at once. As he performed, you didn't even hear a peep. Quiet is more important if you don't have a loud band behind you.
The band that played before them was also cool. I liked the front women. She had a dope ass energy to her.

I on the other hand was feeling sad and a bit anti-social. All week actually. Tonight will be the day for me to break out of my shell. Coming out of my shell. Yeah!. I think?