I Only Brake For Bosses
The Eagle has landed. Brooklyn, the Eagle has landed. Margot_Dent and BillHaverchuck are Go!!! I'm cutting class tomorrow at Urban to MD's insistance and my laziness. It'll make the general debauchery easier to cope with. Bill is drunk and falling all over a massive pile of video game systems. We're listening to the Zombies be perfect and MD is passed out somewhere.
"I wanted to hit the wine, but hit the wall instead."
I was fired from my internet job. Fucking weak. There goes ALL disposable income. Hello, poverty. Thank God for two dollar Pabst and Dollar Menus. And the grocery shopping I did before my money was wrenched from my loyal clenches. And Bill's friend Beth in Astoria who I want to ask some questions. Who she be with? What numbers to dial? Chill for awhile? YAH know.
I can't believe MD is passed out/alseep/ignoring us. Girl wilded out, in a good ass way. We're talking about classic video games and smoking. Cigerettes, weed, the dungeon basement with stone walls. Just three fellas, talkin' video games and college. Gayin' up shit since 1983, you know me.
PSYCHOACOUSTICS LABORATORY control room
Bill looks exactly like my little brother Nick. It's bizarre. I should get pictures to compare and contrast. I hope this to be a good weekend. But who knows. Disaster looms, as it always does. It's the Zombies. They feel like no other band...so simple but it's something you couldn't make yourself. Never. It sounds like a very specific era, but also very timeless. I can only imagine they were awesome to see live, and yet I don't know much about the Zombies.
Bill's a cool dude.
I should probably go to work tomorrow. But I don't want to. I want a fucking day off. I am going to call in sick, or have MD do it for me, as she offered. We're playing GTA: San Andreas and it smells bad down here. The special candles we lit (with our flaming passion, burning like fire) went out and don't smell up the room real nice like. You have no idea the embarassment, the fear.
After five years on the East Coast...it was time to go home...
The Eagle has landed. Brooklyn, the Eagle has landed. Margot_Dent and BillHaverchuck are Go!!! I'm cutting class tomorrow at Urban to MD's insistance and my laziness. It'll make the general debauchery easier to cope with. Bill is drunk and falling all over a massive pile of video game systems. We're listening to the Zombies be perfect and MD is passed out somewhere.
"I wanted to hit the wine, but hit the wall instead."
I was fired from my internet job. Fucking weak. There goes ALL disposable income. Hello, poverty. Thank God for two dollar Pabst and Dollar Menus. And the grocery shopping I did before my money was wrenched from my loyal clenches. And Bill's friend Beth in Astoria who I want to ask some questions. Who she be with? What numbers to dial? Chill for awhile? YAH know.
I can't believe MD is passed out/alseep/ignoring us. Girl wilded out, in a good ass way. We're talking about classic video games and smoking. Cigerettes, weed, the dungeon basement with stone walls. Just three fellas, talkin' video games and college. Gayin' up shit since 1983, you know me.
PSYCHOACOUSTICS LABORATORY control room
Bill looks exactly like my little brother Nick. It's bizarre. I should get pictures to compare and contrast. I hope this to be a good weekend. But who knows. Disaster looms, as it always does. It's the Zombies. They feel like no other band...so simple but it's something you couldn't make yourself. Never. It sounds like a very specific era, but also very timeless. I can only imagine they were awesome to see live, and yet I don't know much about the Zombies.
Bill's a cool dude.
I should probably go to work tomorrow. But I don't want to. I want a fucking day off. I am going to call in sick, or have MD do it for me, as she offered. We're playing GTA: San Andreas and it smells bad down here. The special candles we lit (with our flaming passion, burning like fire) went out and don't smell up the room real nice like. You have no idea the embarassment, the fear.
After five years on the East Coast...it was time to go home...
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fridgemagnet:
I just remembered your, "What does Marcellus Wallace Look Like" thread. Funniest shit ever.
fridgemagnet:
And i haven't read Club magazine since then either.