HA! In your FACE, Apathy!!!! 
After mincing about in the puddles I took the baby swimming. After swimming, we had a little walkabout and caught the tail end of Blazing Saddles. Killer. I f'ing love that flick. Reminds me of my dad.
Did NOTHING while the baby slept because the cleaners came today so I crawled about the house admiring my shiny visage in the freshly-waxed floors. Ah, the American Dream. It's like living in a Tim Burton Vortex. In that neighborhood in Edward Scissorhands. But....where's my exiled freak of scinece? *sigh*
The whole point of that sentece like three sentences back was that I had a minute where I felt like I wasn't ignoring things, to sit down and SEW! Woo! I'm not excited. My career in fashion didn't work out because I HATE to sew. But I'm damn proud I finally fixed my clothes and also happy because I think I did it right. Now I can look a little less slovenly. AND I only poked myself in the finger twice. Ha.
After sewing I transcribed an enormoosely (I just discovered a new word! MINE!) long excerpt for one of my groups here on SG. In doing so the candor of the writing seems to have rubbed off on me. This entry is rather enormoose itself.
Then I went to dinner. Yes, alone. Yes, again. Yes, it fucking sucks ass. But whatever. I don't eat dinner at home when they're home (don't even start with me, Brain. You don't stand a chance with ME tonight. I'll crunch you to kibble.) so I figure why eat the same crap every night? So this week I'm trying a new place every night. Last night was Greek. Tonight, Thai. The food is yummy. But the ambiance...well. There is, now...try to hear this in your mind... a Thai-American-Jewish Princess-Valleygirl across the restaurant from me. If she doesn't shut up soon I will ensure she does indeed gag on her spoon.
Haha, not to be stereotypical or anything, but the soundtrack this place has is Smooth Karaoke Renditions of hit songs by bastards such as LeeAnne Rimes and Bryan Adams. Come on, now, I know Rancho Bernardo has NO soul, but could we get some screechy authentic Thai Radio or something in here? Shit. If the bitch starts singing...so help her God...
Sooo....by the waaaaayyyyy.... and, I'm not saying this is for sure...so as not to jinx anything...Stupidstitions....
I have no emotional investment in this idea, whatsoever. But I have to tell you....
AEROSMITH AND MOTLEY CRUE ARE FINALLY TOURING TOGETHER! SHIT GUYS, IT'S ABOUT FUCKING TIME, ALREADY!!!
Seriously, you have no idea what a wet dream this is. My soul is drooling. The two biggest musical obsessions of my life, when music was the biggest obsession of my life...these two bands, responsible for countless hours of adolescent fantasies, molding a budding sexual awareness, driving me to my first job at a recording studio in Portland where I worked for an hour and a half every day after school which ADDED 2 additional hours to my already 2 hour long commute...that's FOUR hours on public transportation every damn day...just in the hopes of learning some ropes so I could eventually have a skill to get me on the road on tour with my bands... I wore brown hiking/work boots and shorts so I looked like a roadie. I had this canvas bag that was my own little roadie bag...it was going to travel the world with me.
Well, that job was a bust, but I did get on the road...eventually. In a greater capacity than I could've expected at the time...every time I turned my head on that trip I had to pinch myself to see if I was dreaming, for better or worse.
Now I wanna do it again. This time, The Lala (my road sister, aka Kandi Bitz on the road) and myself (aka Sinnamin Bitz) are going the responsible adult route. We are in the planning-the-pipe-dream stages of roadtripping the West Coast Leg come November. (In the link, I swear to god, I read "Tour Intinerary", "YOUR Itinerary".) Sixx shows in two weeks. We expect nothing except dazzling rock 'n' roll, a little debauchery and mayhem. The Big One already happened. And I've yet to hear of lightning striking the same broads twice. But, just in case, I'll pack a few things.....just in case......
You want stories? I got stories. I want more stories. I love stories.
After mincing about in the puddles I took the baby swimming. After swimming, we had a little walkabout and caught the tail end of Blazing Saddles. Killer. I f'ing love that flick. Reminds me of my dad.
Did NOTHING while the baby slept because the cleaners came today so I crawled about the house admiring my shiny visage in the freshly-waxed floors. Ah, the American Dream. It's like living in a Tim Burton Vortex. In that neighborhood in Edward Scissorhands. But....where's my exiled freak of scinece? *sigh*
The whole point of that sentece like three sentences back was that I had a minute where I felt like I wasn't ignoring things, to sit down and SEW! Woo! I'm not excited. My career in fashion didn't work out because I HATE to sew. But I'm damn proud I finally fixed my clothes and also happy because I think I did it right. Now I can look a little less slovenly. AND I only poked myself in the finger twice. Ha.
After sewing I transcribed an enormoosely (I just discovered a new word! MINE!) long excerpt for one of my groups here on SG. In doing so the candor of the writing seems to have rubbed off on me. This entry is rather enormoose itself.
Then I went to dinner. Yes, alone. Yes, again. Yes, it fucking sucks ass. But whatever. I don't eat dinner at home when they're home (don't even start with me, Brain. You don't stand a chance with ME tonight. I'll crunch you to kibble.) so I figure why eat the same crap every night? So this week I'm trying a new place every night. Last night was Greek. Tonight, Thai. The food is yummy. But the ambiance...well. There is, now...try to hear this in your mind... a Thai-American-Jewish Princess-Valleygirl across the restaurant from me. If she doesn't shut up soon I will ensure she does indeed gag on her spoon.
Haha, not to be stereotypical or anything, but the soundtrack this place has is Smooth Karaoke Renditions of hit songs by bastards such as LeeAnne Rimes and Bryan Adams. Come on, now, I know Rancho Bernardo has NO soul, but could we get some screechy authentic Thai Radio or something in here? Shit. If the bitch starts singing...so help her God...
Sooo....by the waaaaayyyyy.... and, I'm not saying this is for sure...so as not to jinx anything...Stupidstitions....
I have no emotional investment in this idea, whatsoever. But I have to tell you....
AEROSMITH AND MOTLEY CRUE ARE FINALLY TOURING TOGETHER! SHIT GUYS, IT'S ABOUT FUCKING TIME, ALREADY!!!
Seriously, you have no idea what a wet dream this is. My soul is drooling. The two biggest musical obsessions of my life, when music was the biggest obsession of my life...these two bands, responsible for countless hours of adolescent fantasies, molding a budding sexual awareness, driving me to my first job at a recording studio in Portland where I worked for an hour and a half every day after school which ADDED 2 additional hours to my already 2 hour long commute...that's FOUR hours on public transportation every damn day...just in the hopes of learning some ropes so I could eventually have a skill to get me on the road on tour with my bands... I wore brown hiking/work boots and shorts so I looked like a roadie. I had this canvas bag that was my own little roadie bag...it was going to travel the world with me.
Well, that job was a bust, but I did get on the road...eventually.
In a greater capacity than I could've expected at the time...every time I turned my head on that trip I had to pinch myself to see if I was dreaming, for better or worse.
Now I wanna do it again. This time, The Lala (my road sister, aka Kandi Bitz on the road) and myself (aka Sinnamin Bitz) are going the responsible adult route. We are in the planning-the-pipe-dream stages of roadtripping the West Coast Leg come November. (In the link, I swear to god, I read "Tour Intinerary", "YOUR Itinerary".) Sixx shows in two weeks. We expect nothing except dazzling rock 'n' roll, a little debauchery and mayhem. The Big One already happened. And I've yet to hear of lightning striking the same broads twice. But, just in case, I'll pack a few things.....just in case......
You want stories? I got stories. I want more stories. I love stories.
VIEW 3 of 3 COMMENTS
scullyt:
Thanks Hun!!
icantplayguitar:
I'm a whiskey and weed man, but we sound to be heading towards the same place.