All the shit I felt like complaining about this morning doesn't matter. So I'll just brush it all off. The vomit that the "vomitor" forgot to mention, in the garbage, in my kitchen. The tow company, that's holding my car hostage, neglecting to maintain active negotiations. The festering indignation for and an increasing disappointment in a certain fucking someone that picks the shittiest days to make my stomach turn. The friends who expect me to visit them in California, yet never return the offer by visiting me here (nobody on here). The guy who isn't me that's been staying over at PJ's for a couple of weeks now. The fact that I'm sick of being with people who take everything and give nothing, and keep expecting more because I'm so generous. Fuck it all.
So now I'm just trying to relax. I did some writing earlier, and now I'm cooking with beer (as an ingredient and as a beverage) and perusing the websites of the local rescue shelters. My chief sent out an e-mail today, an advertisement for a litter of puppies that he was selling, of few of which he has already, I fucking kid you not, "solded." They're malti-poos, which made me giggle, but not exactly a breed I'm interested in. I really shouldn't be looking at getting a dog, but it's really, really tempting.
You know what else is tempting? Growing a fucking moustache. I don't know why, but I'm really in the mood. I'd rather be growing a beard, but that's not going to happen anytime soon. Plus, moustaches are just awesome.
(I made it! 
)I got two new albums today:
As Tall As Lions - As Tall As Lions
Polar Bear Club - Sometimes Things Just DisappearAlso, these two songs had been stuck in my head all weekend and well into today:
I can smell the food in the kitchen. It smells amazing. Thank you, beer. You make everything better. And I eat now.
UPDATE: Beer chicken was amazing, of course. You know what else is amazing? The next Portugal. The Man album being available an hour before it's release date. I bought the special edition, which includes acoustic version of all the tracks. Now excuse me while I dive into this album, repeatedly, for the rest of the night. Awwwww yeah.
JUL 20, 2009 05:45 PM
JUL 20, 2009 06:09 PM
Cancer. What a funny thing to fake.
Har har.
Good job 
I really prefer to cook with wine.
What can you make with beer ? Beer battered everything ? Boooring.
JUL 20, 2009 06:24 PM
JUL 20, 2009 06:38 PM
You and me both, brotha.
I start to seriously question whether or not it's a true friendship, seeing as I do most of the "work" in keeping it going. Those people usually don't last long. The best is when you do fly out to see whoever, wherever it is... they have no plan of their own to do anything/introduce you to new venues or events.
I at least look online and check to see what's going down for the weekend at museums/parks/clubs, even if the friends think it's "boring".
Rant: OVER
JUL 20, 2009 08:02 PM
Oh, I'm planning to get out of the way.
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JUL 21, 2009 05:31 PM
Here I go, commenting on my own blog again. 
JUL 21, 2009 09:49 PM
Also, in answer to your question of what I've been listening to -
The Bravery - The Sun And The Moon
Coldplay - Viva La Vida or Death and All His Friends, and A Rush of Blood to the Head
U2 - No Line on the Horizon
And an awesome mix CD that Cassiel sent me.
I'd totally grow that moustache, if I were you.
JUL 22, 2009 09:16 AM
fostering is awesome and haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaard. i have a dog that would have benefited from being fostered. he is a sad, lonely thing. much less sad and lonely then when he was first acquired. but still terribly sad and lonely.
doesn't he look sad and lonely? he came from a puppy mill so he's had a pretty rough life.
what gives me hope is that i have a friend who started fostering a severely abused dog that also came from a puppy mill. after about a year he is happy and well-adjusted. they ended up keeping him. he's a great dog.
so go fostering. beware though, you might get REALLY attached.
so now you only tow golf carts? are people wrecking them in the golf ponds or something? and i hope you just go to motorcycle bars and lift everyone's bikes. that would be a sight.
shit, i was too busy trying to think of something witty to say and i completely lost my train of thought.
oh! i had a dream last night that i was killing zombies. but the way i was killing them was buy grabbing their feet and swinging them into other zombies! i was killing whole crowds of them like that. then i was trying to stab vampires with a letter opener. needless to say, it was not an accurate portrayal of how things would go if i was really confronted with zombies and vampires (except for the whole me being terrified and screaming a lot) but i like that i was at least pretending to be a badass. then i dreamt i drowned in a lake. pleasant night.
floods aren't common here at all though, i think its just the drowning that goes with it + apocalyptic fears that make my dreams like that.
i always imagine creative people have the most fantastic dreams. do you dream in electric sheep?(i mean, you're probably a robot, right?)
JUL 22, 2009 01:29 PM
Aaaaaaaaand again.
