Yeah, that's right! Good morning, or shall I say good afternoon? Like I'm actually speaking to a captive audience, well humor me will ya!
So my housemate tried to put his thang on my toast...actually I'm not being truthful. I tried to put my toast on his wang because he kept threatning to "git" some toast. So I gave him
some fuckin' toast. Is this as incoherent as I think it is? Good. None of your beeswax anyways!
Back to the real world (no cameras and small-town revelations please)...recovering from a mild clubbing hangover
..I don't drink much so it is purely secondhand smoke/staying up late induced. Saw Jets to Brazil, and Cave-in at this place called the Black Cat.
Realizing that without music I would probably not even have the puny social life I have now. Music, music, music, all about the music man.
More riviting insights later...I need time to compose my jittery thoughts. You'll wait up for me, I know you will....