Ok so obviously i dont have the full hang of this, but this is what i was TRYING to post earlier.
I stink of gasoline.
Thanks leaky gas pump.
If i light a cigarette i may die. (Either way.)
So its been a red letter week.
A certain someone sent me perhaps the best/most thoughtful package ive ever recieved.
Long story short, i was visiting a different coast, and ON THAT coast they dont have these
candy bars that i remember loving from when i lived in said coast, years ago.
While i was out there i made a concerted effort to find this fucking candy and just spaced
due to lack of much transport and more pressing matters (like burning cookies).
So in my mail box arrives something quiet amazing.
Not ONLY the candy bar, but some amazing notes (that may or may not have some choice words in them, and by choice i mean hillarious...maybe not to everyone though...) and an erotic pen that makes nudity happen when flipped upside down.
I then tried my best to not eat it for posterity, but a candyless house and a munchie bunny couldnt help himself
thank you so much, you know who you are.
before that i got to go see talib kweli with a jazz ensemble and it blew my brain apart, i forgot what going to a show that was music oriented and not about your hair or belt or tattoos or stupid scene shit. Everyone there was for a reason and it was to see great music performed by professionals, not bad fake horrible good cop/bad cop vocals (you know, melody followed by screeching ala hawthorne heights where the dude sings "i cant make it on my own" then the other dude vomits the same lyric into a mic. yeah...i said it...fuck them.) and shitty shotgun haircuts and eyeliner.
Following that my friend matt who is a dirty hick from louisville kentucky was flown into town for vocal lessons for his bands upcoming record and stayed as he/they always do, at my crib.
we spent most nights at home writing songs and recording them and getting shitty and he played a lot of chrono trigger on supernintendo and ate burritoville.
Today is sunday which means brunch, brunch means 2 for 1 bloody marys.2 for 1 bloody marys = a relaxed afternoon.
Im off to slurp up tomato juice and chomp on some eggs.
October is going by like a flash. (thank god)
I stink of gasoline.
Thanks leaky gas pump.
If i light a cigarette i may die. (Either way.)
So its been a red letter week.
A certain someone sent me perhaps the best/most thoughtful package ive ever recieved.
Long story short, i was visiting a different coast, and ON THAT coast they dont have these
candy bars that i remember loving from when i lived in said coast, years ago.
While i was out there i made a concerted effort to find this fucking candy and just spaced
due to lack of much transport and more pressing matters (like burning cookies).
So in my mail box arrives something quiet amazing.
Not ONLY the candy bar, but some amazing notes (that may or may not have some choice words in them, and by choice i mean hillarious...maybe not to everyone though...) and an erotic pen that makes nudity happen when flipped upside down.
I then tried my best to not eat it for posterity, but a candyless house and a munchie bunny couldnt help himself
thank you so much, you know who you are.
before that i got to go see talib kweli with a jazz ensemble and it blew my brain apart, i forgot what going to a show that was music oriented and not about your hair or belt or tattoos or stupid scene shit. Everyone there was for a reason and it was to see great music performed by professionals, not bad fake horrible good cop/bad cop vocals (you know, melody followed by screeching ala hawthorne heights where the dude sings "i cant make it on my own" then the other dude vomits the same lyric into a mic. yeah...i said it...fuck them.) and shitty shotgun haircuts and eyeliner.
Following that my friend matt who is a dirty hick from louisville kentucky was flown into town for vocal lessons for his bands upcoming record and stayed as he/they always do, at my crib.
we spent most nights at home writing songs and recording them and getting shitty and he played a lot of chrono trigger on supernintendo and ate burritoville.
Today is sunday which means brunch, brunch means 2 for 1 bloody marys.2 for 1 bloody marys = a relaxed afternoon.
Im off to slurp up tomato juice and chomp on some eggs.
October is going by like a flash. (thank god)
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happy birthday, bunny!