May 23rd, 2025 - I love you Miss Moriondo

I wore my concert fit to work, that shit is so tuff. My coworker loved it, the other didn't really get it but she liked it. I got a call from my mom, Hamilton pigs were looking for me, she questioned me, asked me what I did. She treated me like a criminal and she couldn't focus on her work for the rest of the day. I finished the work day at 3, showered and then got stuck in Toronto traffic. I got to a parking lot at 5:45-ish. Door's opened at 6. Everytime I go to show's I'm usually somewhere in the middle of the line, waiting for door's. I'm usually bone dry sober. Not this time, I didn't give a shit what time I got to the venue, I could even pull up after the opening show. I was in my car pregaming. I downed 2 bottles of soju and I was gone. I could feel everything spin, I love soju. What a miracle the Korean's bestowed upon us. I should've gone to the LCBO beside the venue and buy another bottle. Instead I bought a shot of Henny and it ran me $20, THIEVES! Whatever, I didn't give a shit I was rich and drunk. Mayhaps too drunk? I drunk texted e-v-e-r-y-o-n-e. Hopefully that won't come back to me. I liked the opening act, Sex Week. Heavy, dirty, and grungy. They finished their set and I went to the washroom. I thought about buying merch but I would be dancing, I shouldn't. I should've. Chloe came on and I was drunk asl. I felt like one of those One Direction Fan Fic girlies who shave their whole bodies hoping Zayn or Harry or (R.I.P.) Liam would notice. I sang my throat hoarse, I danced my heels ragged and I loved every minute of it. She was funny and vulnerable between songs, I only wish I was taller so I could see her behind some of the other people at the venue. She played her final song, I knew it would take a minute for the encore so I bought my merch, she started playing Fruity while I was buying. They had no mediums, but I wouldn't leave without a shirt, I picked up an XXL and two Vinyls, Rabbit Hearted and Oyster. She finished with "I want to be with you" and I left. It was a cold short walk back to the car. I called my mom. During the call I ate some ribs, drank some water, then stuffed my face with as much rice as I could before knocking out. I woke up sober-er. I headed home. I drove safely, slowly and cautiously. I was music'd out. I played a podcast just to keep out the thoughts. They found me anyway. I wish I was in a better headspace. I wish I wasn't alone. I would've loved that concert so much more. Last time I saw her I was 23, that was the prime of my life. I remember planning my workout routine before her last show. I was in a better place, I might've been stupid sober back then but I think I remember liking it more. I don't know. I think it was just the wrong day. But I love Chloe, and I had the time of my life even if I had to force myself. I wish I got a nice pic tho, but the venue didn't have any lights on her???? I love you miss Moriondo. - Dyl --- Notes while I took drunk ----- Have you ever seen that panel of Doctor Manhattan on the moon talking about how he tries of these people’s.

That’s how I feel, I’m drunk asl in the like for a hollow koriondo I can’t feel my teeth. I run my tongue through my own mouth and can’t seem to exist. There’s an LCBO 70m away, and yet uf u leave the line I’ll have to go to the back: but!!!!

I went into the line and accordingly accidentally skulled in the line.

UGH I wish I was more drunk: because I’m not drunk enough to have a good time, but I’m drunk enough to know I’m drunk and have anxiety

Waaiaoosossa

oh, I guess I should explain doctors Manhattan, the people around me are yapping about they’re personal lives, about people I don’t know

I SONT CARE I DONT NOW YOU

IM SO LINELY AHHHH

Imagine going to concerts alone, couldn’t be me unless

Ayo they’re talking about Dubai chocolate I hate that ish- shit nasty yuck!!!

I’m drunk wah wah wah, I miss my best friend wah wah wah,

Wjsidishenskzgdj I’m gonna pretend to check the weather app!!!

Bro. I watched a mf drug deal, yo I’m standing on a manhole cover, imagine if I fell in and then I was a tnnt??? I’d be either Leo or Ralphor mikey because heaven knows I’m not smart

Grrrrr

 I want to growl

I’m drunk!!

Yatatayayatayya

I wish I was more drunk

I can still feel

I don’t want that

I should go back to school for writing

I think that’s my life blood- and yet??? I’m not good at it