So I'm back from Cancer Bats tour and it feels strange. Sleeping in a real bed last night with no sleeping bag, ipod in my ears and no canadians in the room was strange but it's so nice to be able to see apryl face to face rather than just talk on the phone in the lobby of some venue.
Tour was incredible and far too many things happened for me to list here, so I strongly suggest you head over to and read about it courtesy of katie 'queen of the stick and poke tattoo' parsons.
Tomorrow I turn 22 and it feels weird. I guess it's the first birthday I've had that's a 'nothing' birthday, by which I mean it's not one of the big ones like your 18th or 21st. Should still be fun though.
I was going to rant here about here about how people who think The Gaslight Anthem are manufactured and marketed for the "alternative" scene are clueless, but I'll save it as I have post to open and I haven't spoken to my mum properly for two weeks and should probably be doing that rather than writing a blog.
xo
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