lipservicejen

it's friday and i love 3 day weekends.
i guess i actually have a 4 day weekend since i don't start my new job until wednesday.
look at me ms. jr paralegal.

if i have not already told you... i fukking love the new beastie boys. i can't wait for the new album and and and and
hopefully possibly maybe the show!

lollapallooza comes through dallas august 25th & 26th. i hope my tickets are as good as last summer... i had pit passes and a connection back-stage.

sunday is the monk show at the church.
i'm soo in. is anyone into meeting before/after for a little pre/post show fun?

and as for the sgb show coming next month... if anyone wants to hook up a ride-share i'd be totally into it.


and now.

" I don't know just where I'm going
But I'm gonna try for the kingdom, if I can
'Cos it makes me feel like I'm a man
When I put a spike into my vein
And I'll tell ya, things aren't quite the same
When I'm rushing on my run
And I feel just like Jesus' son
And I guess that I just don't know
And I guess that I just don't know

I have made the big decision
I'm gonna try to nullify my life
'Cos when the blood begins to flow
When it shoots up the dropper's neck
When I'm closing in on death
And you can't help me now, you guys
And all you sweet girls with all your sweet talk
You can all go take a walk
And I guess that I just don't know
And I guess that I just don't know

I wish that I was born a thousand years ago
I wish that I'd sail the darkened seas
On a great big clipper ship
Going from this land here to that
In a sailor's suit and cap
Away from the big city
Where a man can not be free
Of all of the evils of this town
And of himself, and those around
Oh, and I guess that I just don't know
Oh, and I guess that I just don't know

Heroin, be the death of me
Heroin, it's my wife and it's my life
Because a mainer to my vein
Leads to a center in my head
And then I'm better off and dead
Because when the smack begins to flow
I really don't care anymore
About all the Jim-Jim's in this town
And all the politicians makin' crazy sounds
And everybody puttin' everybody else down
And all the dead bodies piled up in mounds

'Cos when the smack begins to flow
Then I really don't care anymore
Ah, when the heroin is in my blood
And that blood is in my head
Then thank God that I'm as good as dead
Then thank your God that I'm not aware
And thank God that I just don't care
And I guess I just don't know
And I guess I just don't know "

and that's what kills the pain.