Whether it's your first Bonnaroo or you’re a music festival veteran, we welcome you to Inforoo.
Here you'll find info about artists, rumors, camping tips, and the infamous Roo Clues. Have a look around then create an account and join in the fun. See you at Bonnaroo!!
My arm has been twisted. I just called the nursing supervisor and called off for today (but picked up Sunday in exchanged because I felt guilty) lol. Let us dance!
i should be transparent and confess that i do indeed plan to work tmrw because i have some meetings i cant miss BUT i'll prob be hungover for them, if that counts as solidarity? i didnt get more than tipsy at the bar since i knew i'd be driving home but now im back home and sad and drinking seltzies because WHY THE FUCK NOT
Considering you've found the need to respond to my threads as if you are threatened by me I offer you some peace my confused counterpart. May you find peace in your restless soul.
My arm has been twisted. I just called the nursing supervisor and called off for today (but picked up Sunday in exchanged because I felt guilty) lol. Let us dance!
i should be transparent and confess that i do indeed plan to work tmrw because i have some meetings i cant miss BUT i'll prob be hungover for them, if that counts as solidarity? i didnt get more than tipsy at the bar since i knew i'd be driving home but now im back home and sad and drinking seltzies because WHY THE FUCK NOT
Alcoholic seltzies? I ran off for some wine and rolled a joint.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
i should be transparent and confess that i do indeed plan to work tmrw because i have some meetings i cant miss BUT i'll prob be hungover for them, if that counts as solidarity? i didnt get more than tipsy at the bar since i knew i'd be driving home but now im back home and sad and drinking seltzies because WHY THE FUCK NOT
Alcoholic seltzies? I ran off for some wine and rolled a joint.
Considering you've found the need to respond to my threads as if you are threatened by me I offer you some peace my confused counterpart. May you find peace in your restless soul.
T3ddy F1a1r
Which Ditch Bridge Troll Doesn't Want This
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
Post by Mr.BelgianAmbers on Apr 23, 2022 23:45:49 GMT -5
Ola come esta? Not even sure if that's right. Okay let me make a fool out of myself for a bit so just embrace it.
Lengthy version? Okay.
I am 31 today. Not that that matters but when I said lenghty I mean it. Even now this is the 3rr time I came back to this paragraph thinking I shouldn't do this but hey whatever 🙃.
Welcome to paragraph 2. Or 3 if you're obnoxious and difficult. If you're still here.. thank you. I ADORE YOU. Capitals huh? Accident or nah? Nvm, the reason I'm here. It's 11.30ish something at the moment where I am. Which is Houston, TX. Originally I came from a country far far away but I'm stuck here now with all of y'all. And I love y'all. (Okay even I know that was silly and whatever you wanna call that, but hey it's my birthday 🎂). So I'm here all alone, high as a kite (ugh I hate that expression), doing shrooms and having a blast in the little playset in the mini park next to my house. But the only thing on my mind is all of the people on here I've met over the past couple of months.
Yay, another paragraph. You must be happy right to take a break from that? That must've been weird. Just like this. You reading this. Isn't this weird? Why are you still reading? You must know this can go on forever? Ok let's get serious or yeah maybe not so. I'm crouching next to a bench in the dark typing all of this while my little sister who I adore is babysitting my son. I take so much joy from having her over these last 2 weeks and wanted to share that joy here too. It's been difficult for me being away from family, having to establish new friendships in a strange place that these moments are really really helpful in growing and moving forward.
Bluh. Let's end this with paragraph 4 right? Don't you think so? Let me tell you something first. I just played cornhole for the very first time in my life. Yes. You heard it, or read it. I don't know where I'm going with this but I appreciate you being here. If you are, please feel free to reach out. I would LOVE to talk to you. I'm in a moment in life where I'm happy but at the same time I know I need to make progress. Not sure by whom (if that's the right way to use "whom" please point it out to me. Thank you.) I feel pressured to make progress or even know what progress but I at least know there's many ways to grow. I'm happy and that's it. That should be it right? What else is there that you absolutely need? Maybe a story for another trip?
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
Ola come esta? Not even sure if that's right. Okay let me make a fool out of myself for a bit so just embrace it.
Lengthy version? Okay.
I am 31 today. Not that that matters but when I said lenghty I mean it. Even now this is the 3rr time I came back to this paragraph thinking I shouldn't do this but hey whatever 🙃.
Welcome to paragraph 2. Or 3 if you're obnoxious and difficult. If you're still here.. thank you. I ADORE YOU. Capitals huh? Accident or nah? Nvm, the reason I'm here. It's 11.30ish something at the moment where I am. Which is Houston, TX. Originally I came from a country far far away but I'm stuck here now with all of y'all. And I love y'all. (Okay even I know that was silly and whatever you wanna call that, but hey it's my birthday 🎂). So I'm here all alone, high as a kite (ugh I hate that expression), doing shrooms and having a blast in the little playset in the mini park next to my house. But the only thing on my mind is all of the people on here I've met over the past couple of months.
Yay, another paragraph. You must be happy right to take a break from that? That must've been weird. Just like this. You reading this. Isn't this weird? Why are you still reading? You must know this can go on forever? Ok let's get serious or yeah maybe not so. I'm crouching next to a bench in the dark typing all of this while my little sister who I adore is babysitting my son. I take so much joy from having her over these last 2 weeks and wanted to share that joy here too. It's been difficult for me being away from family, having to establish new friendships in a strange place that these moments are really really helpful in growing and moving forward.
Bluh. Let's end this with paragraph 4 right? Don't you think so? Let me tell you something first. I just played cornhole for the very first time in my life. Yes. You heard it, or read it. I don't know where I'm going with this but I appreciate you being here. If you are, please feel free to reach out. I would LOVE to talk to you. I'm in a moment in life where I'm happy but at the same time I know I need to make progress. Not sure by whom (if that's the right way to use "whom" please point it out to me. Thank you.) I feel pressured to make progress or even know what progress but I at least know there's many ways to grow. I'm happy and that's it. That should be it right? What else is there that you absolutely need? Maybe a story for another trip?
Peace.
I can't wait to see you next weekend and buy you a birthday shot or something. Legally if your birthday is within 2 weeks of a music festival that festival is part of your birthday celebration. I'm not a law expert so don't quote me on that though. but Any way happy Birthday now and Happy birthday next weekend.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
I was watching Irish People Try Irish cream liqueurs and started wondering what is in those that they don’t need refrigeration. But it’s cream apparently preserved by the alcohol.
With the power of love and now So you thought you might like to go to the show. Hell yeah Umphreys presents All Night Wrong. Music basketball and the nfl draft means I had to start earlier than usual.
I’m at Smartbar rn and my favorite bartender is pouring my drinks way too strong. Please pray for me in these trying but wildly exciting times.
Update: I had a bottle of water and passed out for five minutes and did not get anywhere near as drunk as I thought I would. Watch this space for an update tomorrow!
At 5 Stones in New Braunfels. Beer and wine bar/yard with a pastry kitchen and coffee shop. It’s fucking hot in Texas today. We went to Herbert’s and ate Mexican. I had a delicious gristly steak lathered up with ranchero and then dipped in salsa verde with fresh jalapeños. Flavor. I’m drinking some type of strawberry blonde ale which is working with this strawberry shortcake I got to chase the Mexican food and margaritas. Woke up to some Buffalo Trace. Memorial Day in Hill Country is living up to expectations for like the 17th time.
