six word stories #7. Hayley Williams addiction...
So, I realize that if the abstract concept of street cred eludes me, and that if I ever had any degree of this vacuous social precept, I would lose that remaining shred of a fraudulent social construct by uttering the following sentence:
I love Hayley Williams... and therefore, by association, I love Paramore.
But there it is. I had the pleasure of seeing her/them live last week, and loved it. Loved it. Had a blast, and I took a mere 130+ photos of Hayley alone, all the while getting crushed by a sea of screaming teenaged girls. It was a violent, raging sea.
Just one of the many pics I took.
Anyway, I feel as though I have a bit of a Hayley addiction at the moment. I might hit up the Flogging Molly show this week just to aid in getting Hayley out of my head/ears. It's pretty bad right now.
ANYWAY. I'm exaggerating. A little. Moving on.
Here's my six word story for the day:
Sleepwalking, moment to moment. Rinse. Repeat.
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