Friday, February 07, 2003

dear rush; please stop writing 17 minute long songs that start playing on my mp3 player and make me think, "this sucks, but it'll be over soon" only to realize 15 minutes later that I'M STILL IN FUCKING HELL!!!!!!

dear audioslave; you guys desperately need a tragic drug overdose or a depression sparked suicide.

dear bloodbrothers; after the aforementioned bands, you guys sound like freaking AC/DC .... only way too sassy.

dear his hero is gone; thank you for saving me from the plague i wish would pass, that auditory ass and that white belted sass.

dear rolling stones; thank you even more for coming on right now ... "If I don't get some shelter, oh yeah I'm gonna fade away. War, children, it's just a shot away, it's just a shot away"

i'm so glad it's friday.
its about damned time. last night i did a whole bunch of nothing and still managed to go to sleep at like 1 in the morning. i am a masochist apparently. its cool though because i managed to wake up at 9:30 this morning and saunter confidently into work at 10am. "what, i'm late? its cool ... you people worship me." i've found that people appreciate it when you approach life with a grossly inflated view of how others perceive you.

pete rose is unappreciated in his time. one day he's going to be referred to as "the forefather of shady sports gambling and bad bad bad haircuts .... he also had a really kick ass nick name."

should i blow a bunch of money on cd's this weekend? perhaps ... perhaps.

oh ... and i read this and thought it was thoroughly entertaining ... and one of those boys used to have a career as a 'tasha make out professional.'