i feel like i'm in costco

kanye west show was last night. with n.e.r.d. and lupe fiasco. what a shitfest. navona and i arrived at journal pavilion around 8 pm and parked with the holy guidance of men with large glowing wands way the fuck in the boonies. we head towards the tentacle-like arch and see the biggest slut you can imagine, not sure if she was a hooker or what, should've brought my ak. angry, drunken new mexicans abound in their natural habitat. especially over going to take a piss in the port-a-potty. we go after this chick touches our asses to make sure we're NOT loaded with aks. we head to the beer line. no success. faggy frat boy is not up for that. so ice water it is to get drunk off of this fresh evening. so lupe fiasco gets on and i don't even know that it's lupe fiasco because i don't know who lupe fiasco is, except for that superstar song or whatever. pretty lame. but we get into it and everyone thinks we're assholes. sweet. then next is n.e.r.d. who put on probably the worst, most sexist thing i've ever seen in my entire life. he picks about 10 "sexy mamas" from the expensive seat section and they all get on stage and dance like they do on those spring break MTV shows. seriously, i didn't know these people actually existed. self-degradation to it's finest. so let's check out the lyrics to this danceable lady song and another one too:

her off beat dance makes me fantasize
(her curves) she's sexy!!
her ass is a spaceship i want to ride
(her ass) she's sexy!!
(i like it when you're wet baby) ehh

chicks nickname me prador; they get high off my dick
i take 'em to my home, they call it the 'cock-pit'
time for take off - they panties they drop quick
now that's first class fuckin', ain't that some fly shit?

and chicks drop their panties for this shit? WHERE IS THE LIGHT? please respect yourselves and your own fucking dignity, ladies.

it is a fucking joke. seeing these dudes that are so far away that look like mice dance around on stage. how can you even get into that? and where's the community? when i get the stink eye for bumping into you at a show. not that you don't know this, hypothetical blog reader. IT'S ABOUT FUCKING SHIT UP! where i come from. this is what people do in america. they get down to dancing mice. it took kanye west's army of 5000 a half an hour just to set up his black phantom aesthetic light show props. deliverance!

but you can't say i didn't have it coming. grrr.

anyway, to make up for that, sweet house show today at las campanas or somewhere equally decadent. brook pridemore and wingnut dishwashers union. cool shit. 'nuff said. sorry this isn't more interesting. no, wait. I'M NOT SORRY THIS ISN'T MORE INTERESTING. FUCK YOU. AND YOUR OPINIONS.

ps i an unbelievably stoked for asian man tour 08