I can't elaborate at the moment-maybe later. But all I have to say is: why is life such a messy pile of shit that I have to sort through without any protective gear? I mean, I figured once I came to an Age of Reason that that was life and I have to deal with it, but FUCK IS IT A MOTHERFUCKA!!!!
So yeah, it looks like I didn't get the job as a train operator. I was suppose to hear back from the people last week, which never happen. Still stuck at this bullshit-ass job, probably for the rest of my life. On top of that, my roommate is hanging with this broad who-without getting into much detail-ain't good for him. Plus his father is between life and death and, even with surgery, he's got a 50/50 chance of surviving. Our other roommate is MIA and all the bills are in his name, and he hasn't paid them in a few months and just...shit is going down.
Usually, I'm positive about these things and I shouldn't get bogged down in the pessimism, but I can't help it. It's a like a cheap lay: feels good for a moment, but you'll regret it afterwards. I'm balls deep in it now. Just let me enjoy for a second, please?
Got nothing else. Sorry for lame emo-ness. I swear I'll be all rainbows, lucky charms, and unicorns next time.
And sorry for my lack of activity. I've been...doing shit.
So yeah, it looks like I didn't get the job as a train operator. I was suppose to hear back from the people last week, which never happen. Still stuck at this bullshit-ass job, probably for the rest of my life. On top of that, my roommate is hanging with this broad who-without getting into much detail-ain't good for him. Plus his father is between life and death and, even with surgery, he's got a 50/50 chance of surviving. Our other roommate is MIA and all the bills are in his name, and he hasn't paid them in a few months and just...shit is going down.
Usually, I'm positive about these things and I shouldn't get bogged down in the pessimism, but I can't help it. It's a like a cheap lay: feels good for a moment, but you'll regret it afterwards. I'm balls deep in it now. Just let me enjoy for a second, please?
Got nothing else. Sorry for lame emo-ness. I swear I'll be all rainbows, lucky charms, and unicorns next time.
And sorry for my lack of activity. I've been...doing shit.
Ok. This is gonna be a short ditty considering I'm not in the best of moods but here's a rundown:
- Roommate 1 just came back after, what?, four, five weeks after he bailed on us after loosing his job. To be fair, he was FINALLY able to pay the rent for the month but, dude, he just bailed and didn't even bother to call anybody. Everybody tried to call his ass but he never picked up. But he's back, the rent's paid but I still have deal with...
- Roommate 2. Fights with the girlfriend that is really pissing me off to no end. They're always bickering about dumb ass, like how to prepare chicken . Shit like that. Roomie's my boy, but this is getting nuts.
- Job moved to a place downtown. Bleh. Same old bullshit. Still trying to make it through the day without going off on somebody. Man, I just wanna just go to fucking work, do my fucking job, clock the fuck out, and go the fuck on home. Simple. And I can't even do that. Like this dude at work asked for money...AGAIN!!!! AND--here's the kicker---HE MAKES MORE MONEY THAN ME!!!! How the fuck can you make more than me and still be broke? Fuck you, dude. You're nothing but a parasitic fuckwad who needs to handle his money right.
- Took and exam for train operator. Passed it. Easy peesy. Now I gotta pass the interview. Thing is, I was a train operator with the company before. Did it for 2 and half years. No violations but I had a problem with absenteeism. I didn't miss days or anything, it was just I had a hard time being punctual, which is pretty serious in the field of public transportation. The interview's on Friday. I need a prayer.
*sigh*It seems like everyday, people are trying to test me. And I just want to be left alone.
I can't believe it's been a long time since I made one of these journals. Man I'm slipping. But I been going through a lot of shit lately. And I'm about to tell it to you.
Ya tucked in?
Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeee we go!
Well, since my last journal, I gotten a raise at work. Yay me, blah blah blah who gives a fuck!!! I still trying to get the hell outta there before I hurt someone. Which will suck cuz, ya know, cops, handcuffs, prison, ass-rape. Such a hassle.
However, I did a phone interview for this organizer gig that went pretty good (at least I think so). I was wowing the interviewer with my work as a train operator for CTA (Chicago Transit Authority), my union organizer experience and presenting the my typical brand of awesome that, no doubt, all of you experience when my reading my stuff. Hopefully, I get a second interview sometime next week and then, when I pass that, I get the job; and the job I can obtain my true goal: TO TAKE OVER THE WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!. *fingers cross*
The one thing that would suck, is that I'll have to move from Illinois. But I'm being positive.
Had another interview with a lady who wants me to be part of this organization that goes to Third World countries and help out the poor. So, yeah, two jobs that require me to leave the my hometown. I'm game. I've been wanting to venture from Chicago. To explore new places and cities. To seek out life in new civilizations. To boldly go where no man has ever gone before...*Cue Star Trek Theme Song*...but it should be fun.
In other news: My hard drive was dying and I had to replace it. Which sucks cuz I didn't get a chance to get a external hard drive to store my music. This makes me sadface.
However, I already put most of the music on CDs, so it's all good in the hood.
With all this shit going, I haven't been going out that much. Most of the time, I'm home, in my room, watching documentaries, reading, or practicing my bass. It's been uneventful, with a dark cloud of boredom looming over me. Need to go out more, and not just to a bar, but go SOMEWHERE out of my comfort zone.
I need to get laid. Seriously.
Any takers out there?
Ya tucked in?
Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeee we go!
Well, since my last journal, I gotten a raise at work. Yay me, blah blah blah who gives a fuck!!! I still trying to get the hell outta there before I hurt someone. Which will suck cuz, ya know, cops, handcuffs, prison, ass-rape. Such a hassle.
However, I did a phone interview for this organizer gig that went pretty good (at least I think so). I was wowing the interviewer with my work as a train operator for CTA (Chicago Transit Authority), my union organizer experience and presenting the my typical brand of awesome that, no doubt, all of you experience when my reading my stuff. Hopefully, I get a second interview sometime next week and then, when I pass that, I get the job; and the job I can obtain my true goal: TO TAKE OVER THE WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!. *fingers cross*
The one thing that would suck, is that I'll have to move from Illinois. But I'm being positive.
Had another interview with a lady who wants me to be part of this organization that goes to Third World countries and help out the poor. So, yeah, two jobs that require me to leave the my hometown. I'm game. I've been wanting to venture from Chicago. To explore new places and cities. To seek out life in new civilizations. To boldly go where no man has ever gone before...*Cue Star Trek Theme Song*...but it should be fun.
In other news: My hard drive was dying and I had to replace it. Which sucks cuz I didn't get a chance to get a external hard drive to store my music. This makes me sadface.
However, I already put most of the music on CDs, so it's all good in the hood.
With all this shit going, I haven't been going out that much. Most of the time, I'm home, in my room, watching documentaries, reading, or practicing my bass. It's been uneventful, with a dark cloud of boredom looming over me. Need to go out more, and not just to a bar, but go SOMEWHERE out of my comfort zone.
I need to get laid. Seriously.
Any takers out there?
Did I just got for more than a motherfucking week without doing a motherfucking journal on this motherfucking website? How motherfucking unbelieveable!!!!
ummm....motherfucking!
(I had to use my 5 "motherfucking"s for the day)
Well, this needs to be remedied immediately!!!!
To the "New Journal" section!!
As stated above, I was in an apartment with three types of pussy for a five days. Some friends of mine had to go to Maryland due to a family emergency and I agreed to look after the apartment while they were away.
So, yeah, me and three pussies. Really hairy pussies. Pussy everywhere.
One of them had the tendency to sit on my chest and just stare at me like "Hey! How you doing? You doing good? You're sooooooooooo cute!!" And I'm like, "Um I'm trying to play "Arkham City" and it's very hard to fight off that one-armed sledgehammer dude with you gazing into my baby brown oculars."
They also have a dog: a four year-old Doberman. Who's just as lazy as he wants to be. This dog just sleeps on the couch and licks himself. I don't mind that, at all. He's a big fucker so he can sleep all he wants. It was a bitch to walk him. Not because I had to pick up after him, that wasn't it. But he'll shoot off somewhere, whether it'll be a curb, or a crack on the sidewalk, or a garbage can and just sniff, sniff, sniff. Like he's trying to find to Ultimate Scent of something. But, all in all, good times. I even cleaned up a bit, even though they said they didn't mind if it's a little dirty. See, such an awesome person!!!
Didn't go out that much cuz the car wouldn't start. Luckily it was due to a dead battery, so I had it charged up at the shop and now it's BETTER THAN EVAR!!! Ok, maybe not that but slightly less shitty.
And I won another gift card at work today. From Potbelly. I used it the same day. I had a Wreck and a can of pop. My tummy was pleased.
Been listening to a lot of blues lately. Being from Chicago, I hear blues everywhere. Mostly from suburban 40 year-olds who get drunk and start spitting into their harmonicas that they rarely use. I'm more old school, though: Muddy Waters, Buddy Guy, Bo Diddley. When I listen to these cats, I go into this mood of pure euphoria. My head clears, my creativity explodes and my problems are forgotten. If I had a girlfriend, I'll grab her by the waist and swing her around. It's THAT kind of music.
Anyway, I was on YouTube and found a couple of tracks I liked.
Stevie Ray and Vaughan and Albert King jamming out to "Bad Under a Bad Sign". I actually watched the show they're in a while back. It was nothing but the two of them jamming out from one song to another for an hour and a half. It was fucking bananas!
This is from RL Burnside. Ever see "Black Snake Moan" (btw, the title is from a blues standard of the same name)? Remember the back-up band Sam Jackson was playing with? That was RL's backing band: his grandson Cedric Burnside on drums and his guitarist Kenny Brown...
This here's Muddy Water's "Tom Cat" from his "Electric Mud" album, his attempt to crossover to the younger cats of the time (the late '60s). Mud supposedly hated it, but I think it has a nice funky feel to that didn't get in the way of the bluesy qualities he was laying down.
Anyway, I'm done. I know I haven't been on here on the webz that much. But I've been lurky lurking and checking everybody out, dropping comments here and there.
Ya take it EZ
ummm....motherfucking!
(I had to use my 5 "motherfucking"s for the day)
Well, this needs to be remedied immediately!!!!
To the "New Journal" section!!
As stated above, I was in an apartment with three types of pussy for a five days. Some friends of mine had to go to Maryland due to a family emergency and I agreed to look after the apartment while they were away.
So, yeah, me and three pussies. Really hairy pussies. Pussy everywhere.
One of them had the tendency to sit on my chest and just stare at me like "Hey! How you doing? You doing good? You're sooooooooooo cute!!" And I'm like, "Um I'm trying to play "Arkham City" and it's very hard to fight off that one-armed sledgehammer dude with you gazing into my baby brown oculars."
They also have a dog: a four year-old Doberman. Who's just as lazy as he wants to be. This dog just sleeps on the couch and licks himself. I don't mind that, at all. He's a big fucker so he can sleep all he wants. It was a bitch to walk him. Not because I had to pick up after him, that wasn't it. But he'll shoot off somewhere, whether it'll be a curb, or a crack on the sidewalk, or a garbage can and just sniff, sniff, sniff. Like he's trying to find to Ultimate Scent of something. But, all in all, good times. I even cleaned up a bit, even though they said they didn't mind if it's a little dirty. See, such an awesome person!!!
Didn't go out that much cuz the car wouldn't start. Luckily it was due to a dead battery, so I had it charged up at the shop and now it's BETTER THAN EVAR!!! Ok, maybe not that but slightly less shitty.
And I won another gift card at work today. From Potbelly. I used it the same day. I had a Wreck and a can of pop. My tummy was pleased.
Been listening to a lot of blues lately. Being from Chicago, I hear blues everywhere. Mostly from suburban 40 year-olds who get drunk and start spitting into their harmonicas that they rarely use. I'm more old school, though: Muddy Waters, Buddy Guy, Bo Diddley. When I listen to these cats, I go into this mood of pure euphoria. My head clears, my creativity explodes and my problems are forgotten. If I had a girlfriend, I'll grab her by the waist and swing her around. It's THAT kind of music.
Anyway, I was on YouTube and found a couple of tracks I liked.
Stevie Ray and Vaughan and Albert King jamming out to "Bad Under a Bad Sign". I actually watched the show they're in a while back. It was nothing but the two of them jamming out from one song to another for an hour and a half. It was fucking bananas!
This is from RL Burnside. Ever see "Black Snake Moan" (btw, the title is from a blues standard of the same name)? Remember the back-up band Sam Jackson was playing with? That was RL's backing band: his grandson Cedric Burnside on drums and his guitarist Kenny Brown...
This here's Muddy Water's "Tom Cat" from his "Electric Mud" album, his attempt to crossover to the younger cats of the time (the late '60s). Mud supposedly hated it, but I think it has a nice funky feel to that didn't get in the way of the bluesy qualities he was laying down.
Anyway, I'm done. I know I haven't been on here on the webz that much. But I've been lurky lurking and checking everybody out, dropping comments here and there.
Ya take it EZ
I haven't been as active as I was before. It's the whole life thing encompassing me. Ever heard of this thing called Life? Apparently, it's the thing you do when you're not sitting in front of a computer. Weird, huh?
Anyway, this entry was gonna have my usual witticisms, but I just got sidetrack. My friend called me just now, really scared. Recently, she visited a doctor to treat some panic attacks. From what she told me, these were some serious, hardcore, motherfucking attacks. Like damn near heart-attack levels. She know that I quit smoking a while back for about a year or so, and wanted to know how I did it because she wanted to quit.. I wanted to turn my life around, I told her, so I just decided one day to quit. Also, I did a bunch of other things as well, like eating more healthy(wish I'm still doing to a degree). But I told her that, despite quitting them cigarettes for the time being, I had my fair share of panic attacks, but I knew what they were and just ride it through. Whether it was from stress or the withdraw symptoms from not smoking or both, I dunno for sure. In the end, I told her everything was gonna be all right, you're going to die and if you need anything, just call me. We ended the call on that note.
Honestly, I still have an occasional spell of panic attacks. Mostly stress induced and I meditate just to keep the stress down and my sanity intact. I work a really bullshit and stressful, so I need all the peace I can get.
Whoa that shit was intense wasn't it? Coupled with the fact of, beforehand, I managed to kick myself out of a funk during the week. I get like that sometimes, as does everybody else I'm sure. Now, I'm just peachy keen Feels good to vent. Another part of my alleviation from depression is music. YouTube has been real good to me in providing some tunes for soothe my weary head. Here's a couple I've peeping...
P.S. In a fit a boredom, and I went ahead and defeated theTHE FINAL BOSS OF THE INTENET!!!!!!!. Now the Interwebz is safe for everyone. You're welcome.
Ya take it EZ
Anyway, this entry was gonna have my usual witticisms, but I just got sidetrack. My friend called me just now, really scared. Recently, she visited a doctor to treat some panic attacks. From what she told me, these were some serious, hardcore, motherfucking attacks. Like damn near heart-attack levels. She know that I quit smoking a while back for about a year or so, and wanted to know how I did it because she wanted to quit.. I wanted to turn my life around, I told her, so I just decided one day to quit. Also, I did a bunch of other things as well, like eating more healthy(wish I'm still doing to a degree). But I told her that, despite quitting them cigarettes for the time being, I had my fair share of panic attacks, but I knew what they were and just ride it through. Whether it was from stress or the withdraw symptoms from not smoking or both, I dunno for sure. In the end, I told her everything was gonna be all right, you're going to die and if you need anything, just call me. We ended the call on that note.
Honestly, I still have an occasional spell of panic attacks. Mostly stress induced and I meditate just to keep the stress down and my sanity intact. I work a really bullshit and stressful, so I need all the peace I can get.
Whoa that shit was intense wasn't it? Coupled with the fact of, beforehand, I managed to kick myself out of a funk during the week. I get like that sometimes, as does everybody else I'm sure. Now, I'm just peachy keen Feels good to vent. Another part of my alleviation from depression is music. YouTube has been real good to me in providing some tunes for soothe my weary head. Here's a couple I've peeping...
P.S. In a fit a boredom, and I went ahead and defeated theTHE FINAL BOSS OF THE INTENET!!!!!!!. Now the Interwebz is safe for everyone. You're welcome.
Ya take it EZ
Hey what's going on with ya?
I know it's been a whole fucking month since I've posted something, but, I dunno, I just wasn't feeling it lately. I've been kinda down for a while. It's nothing in particular; more ontological if anything.
Maybe it's because I'm sleeping WAY more than I should. I read somewhere that if you sleep beyond the normal 8 hours then you get more depressed. I dunno.
Nothing's really happening with me. Which I had some exciting shit to post for ya, but its just the humdrum conundrum.
Anyway, enough about my ass, in need a favor from you guys:
I'm sure you at least heard about Amarena. Her set needs some lovey love love. So leave comments, because she's beautiful. And if you don't, then you suck. Plain and simple.
In addition, show some love to Pesky. Total sweetheart
Don't think I posted this yet.
But I know I didn't post this:
So I guess that's it. I'll see ya later.
I know it's been a whole fucking month since I've posted something, but, I dunno, I just wasn't feeling it lately. I've been kinda down for a while. It's nothing in particular; more ontological if anything.
Maybe it's because I'm sleeping WAY more than I should. I read somewhere that if you sleep beyond the normal 8 hours then you get more depressed. I dunno.
Nothing's really happening with me. Which I had some exciting shit to post for ya, but its just the humdrum conundrum.
Anyway, enough about my ass, in need a favor from you guys:
I'm sure you at least heard about Amarena. Her set needs some lovey love love. So leave comments, because she's beautiful. And if you don't, then you suck. Plain and simple.
In addition, show some love to Pesky. Total sweetheart
Don't think I posted this yet.
But I know I didn't post this:
So I guess that's it. I'll see ya later.
HO HO HO LA LA LA HAPPY FUCKING NEW YEAR!!!!!
How was your New Years. I hope it involve tons of drunkeness and regrets!!!
I know I've been putting it off this blog for a minute. Lately, I've been uninspired. I get like this sometimes, especially now, with this being the New Year and my birthday coming and going. I stopped doing resolutions a long time ago, but I do take a moment and contemplate where I'm going with my life. Then figure out what steps I need to take to make the changes I need to make.
But enough of that shit. Let's talk about me making an ass outta myself.
Now, from what I can remember, I was pretty well behaved. So, yeah, the above statement was misleading, and I apologize. I went to Ultra Lounge and got really wasted with some skinhead friends of mine. I would put up some pictures, but I've yet to figure out how to work the flash on my camera. Damn I'm getting old.
Then I went over to Exit. And nothing much happened. Just talked to a few folks and that's about it. At least that's all I could remember.
Work is beginning to suck and I don't wanna be there anymore. Which is my typical mentality for jobs: I get excited to have a job, then I get gung ho, then I hate it, and then I quit. Rinse. Repeat. Yesterday, the moment I set foot in that place, I wanted to leave. But, I have to endure this bullshit.
I got an interview tomorrow at this non-profit for an internship. Hopefully that evolves into something else. Not sure what I'll be doing exactly, but the man said we'll talk about that part during the interview. Wish me luck.
So here's some shit I've listening to.
And, yeah, it's the guy that wrote "Still Alive".
And that's it. Ya take it EZ.
How was your New Years. I hope it involve tons of drunkeness and regrets!!!
I know I've been putting it off this blog for a minute. Lately, I've been uninspired. I get like this sometimes, especially now, with this being the New Year and my birthday coming and going. I stopped doing resolutions a long time ago, but I do take a moment and contemplate where I'm going with my life. Then figure out what steps I need to take to make the changes I need to make.
But enough of that shit. Let's talk about me making an ass outta myself.
Now, from what I can remember, I was pretty well behaved. So, yeah, the above statement was misleading, and I apologize. I went to Ultra Lounge and got really wasted with some skinhead friends of mine. I would put up some pictures, but I've yet to figure out how to work the flash on my camera. Damn I'm getting old.
Then I went over to Exit. And nothing much happened. Just talked to a few folks and that's about it. At least that's all I could remember.
Work is beginning to suck and I don't wanna be there anymore. Which is my typical mentality for jobs: I get excited to have a job, then I get gung ho, then I hate it, and then I quit. Rinse. Repeat. Yesterday, the moment I set foot in that place, I wanted to leave. But, I have to endure this bullshit.
I got an interview tomorrow at this non-profit for an internship. Hopefully that evolves into something else. Not sure what I'll be doing exactly, but the man said we'll talk about that part during the interview. Wish me luck.
So here's some shit I've listening to.
And, yeah, it's the guy that wrote "Still Alive".
And that's it. Ya take it EZ.
I should update this fucker, don't I?
Well, the b-day party went off without a hitch. I was gonna use the camera that my mom got me, but the pictures came out too damn dark. I fail at camera work:sad:
I should mention I came in as a shot up John Lennon. My friends took some pics of it and I post it once I get them.
Other than, i've been tired and overworked. Well, not LITERALLY overworked, but I do feel like it. I need a change in scenery. Luckily, I'll have my own little vacation this week. I'll be off from Thursday to Monday. Man, that's gonna be nice.
Here's what I'm been listening to lately.
Wow, this blog really sucked, didn't it? Guess it's the tiredness. Next one will be filled with awesome! Promise!
Well, the b-day party went off without a hitch. I was gonna use the camera that my mom got me, but the pictures came out too damn dark. I fail at camera work:sad:
I should mention I came in as a shot up John Lennon. My friends took some pics of it and I post it once I get them.
Other than, i've been tired and overworked. Well, not LITERALLY overworked, but I do feel like it. I need a change in scenery. Luckily, I'll have my own little vacation this week. I'll be off from Thursday to Monday. Man, that's gonna be nice.
Here's what I'm been listening to lately.
Wow, this blog really sucked, didn't it? Guess it's the tiredness. Next one will be filled with awesome! Promise!
Ok, time for an actual blog thingamaging.
Not a whole has develop in my world. I'm actually going to be doing some articles for this new upstart website Wiz duh M. The site is mostly informative but funny articles about anything from cars to music to sports, etc. Like it JUST got up and running. Like--not even two weeks ago. Still I'm looking forward to contributing.
Job situation: pretty decent. The higher-ups are happy with my black ass cuz I've been almost consistently their top 10 producer in the company. Couple of times I was number 2 and half the time I'm in the top 5.
But here's my thing: One day the company made $33,000, their highest ever. And here's me, getting paid a straight hourly rate. Where's my cut? I mean, they're saying it like everybody's gonna get a piece. They were congratulating us on our hard work and blah blah blah but, aside from maintaining employment, what's in it for us? Absolutely fucking nothing. Charles Bukowski said the same thing in "Factotum".
Absurdity's a motherfucker
Health wise, I'm meh. I don't have a voice right now and I'm feeling a bit run down. I had to take a couple of days off from work in the past couple of weeks. Right now, I'm just trying to chill and take care of myself, for next week will the week OF EPIC FUCKING AWESOMESSS!!!!
MY BIRTHDAY IS COMING UP YA FUCKWADS!!!!!!
Oh dude! It's gonna be sweet. I'm having a Dead Hippie Party at Ultra Lounge on Thursday (my bday). Everybody's gonna be dressed up as some sorta dead/zombie hippie. My boys are spinning punk, reggae, soul, metal and maybe some old school hip hop. I haven't decided yet. THEN we're heading for Exit afterwards for the afterparty. SWEETNESS IN A CAN!!!!
So, yeah, that's my Precious Little Life so far. How the fuck are you doing?
No theme here. Just what I've listening to recently.
And for something completely different.
Not a whole has develop in my world. I'm actually going to be doing some articles for this new upstart website Wiz duh M. The site is mostly informative but funny articles about anything from cars to music to sports, etc. Like it JUST got up and running. Like--not even two weeks ago. Still I'm looking forward to contributing.
Job situation: pretty decent. The higher-ups are happy with my black ass cuz I've been almost consistently their top 10 producer in the company. Couple of times I was number 2 and half the time I'm in the top 5.
But here's my thing: One day the company made $33,000, their highest ever. And here's me, getting paid a straight hourly rate. Where's my cut? I mean, they're saying it like everybody's gonna get a piece. They were congratulating us on our hard work and blah blah blah but, aside from maintaining employment, what's in it for us? Absolutely fucking nothing. Charles Bukowski said the same thing in "Factotum".
Absurdity's a motherfucker
Health wise, I'm meh. I don't have a voice right now and I'm feeling a bit run down. I had to take a couple of days off from work in the past couple of weeks. Right now, I'm just trying to chill and take care of myself, for next week will the week OF EPIC FUCKING AWESOMESSS!!!!
MY BIRTHDAY IS COMING UP YA FUCKWADS!!!!!!
Oh dude! It's gonna be sweet. I'm having a Dead Hippie Party at Ultra Lounge on Thursday (my bday). Everybody's gonna be dressed up as some sorta dead/zombie hippie. My boys are spinning punk, reggae, soul, metal and maybe some old school hip hop. I haven't decided yet. THEN we're heading for Exit afterwards for the afterparty. SWEETNESS IN A CAN!!!!
So, yeah, that's my Precious Little Life so far. How the fuck are you doing?
No theme here. Just what I've listening to recently.
And for something completely different.
