I'm back from a week of job training in Connecticut. Man, that place is fucking brutally boring. I'm glad to be back though. The gal I'm seeing had gone to California for 5 days and she came back the day after I left, so it was kind of crappy timing. But the night I got back, we huddled close and watch House M.D. Season 3 on DVD.
My new place is coming together pretty well. I got a bunch of posters/paintings hung. Nothing left in boxes except my records. I said fuck it and hooked up my record player and just left it sitting on the floor with the records. It's sad but not. Hopefully next payday I'll be able to get the shelf I want so I can get these records out of their boxes and my player off the floor.
Today I'm going to some local band metal show (with some band called War of Ages on Facedown Records as the headliner), it's probably gonna be all chuggity wuggity flail chuggity chuggity squeal chug chug.
My new place is coming together pretty well. I got a bunch of posters/paintings hung. Nothing left in boxes except my records. I said fuck it and hooked up my record player and just left it sitting on the floor with the records. It's sad but not. Hopefully next payday I'll be able to get the shelf I want so I can get these records out of their boxes and my player off the floor.
Today I'm going to some local band metal show (with some band called War of Ages on Facedown Records as the headliner), it's probably gonna be all chuggity wuggity flail chuggity chuggity squeal chug chug.
smythe:
I fucking LOVE House.
jamila:
It's way less sad to have the record player hooked up but on the floor than not hooked up because you're waiting for a shelf. 