the first time my parents took my sister and I on a cruise (I was 15, she was 13), we decided that we wanted a strawberry daiquiri, and naturally the only way the bartender would serve ridiculously young looking girls is if they have heavy british accents. well mine sound more like I was downs syndrome (which isn't funny at all, but me accidentally sounding like that absolutely is). so, incidentally the bartender served us virgin drinks. I suck at accents. like, real bad. but oh well, because I guess my normal voice is pretty good. people have told me they like it which is a weird thing to say to someone so it must be good, yknow?
that's not what this post was even about. its about how ridic it is that memoryhouse is just skipping right straight over austin. doucher dallas, yup. hatetown houston, indeed. but amazing awesome (other good words that start with a) austin, no?!? what the hell? this is bologna and I will not stand for it. I've already written a heart felt plea on their facebooks wall, but geez what's a girl gotta do to get some memoryhouse?
even with the acl looming ahead of me and then the next week the neon indian album release party followed by blazer tag and neon indian dj set. buttttt stillll I just wanna see memoryhouse.
wah wah wah all the way home.