So I noticed Sean Daley's interview went up the other day. Awesome shit. Got me listening to Atmosphere again, it's been way too long.
Not really much to update with. Had a semi-decent week last week. Still sickish, but for the most part fully functional. Went on a date with this kid on Thursday. Went not too bad, but pretty sure I'm not going to see him again. Which is surprisingly a okay with me.
Got a bunch of new goodies from work on Friday...Misfits tee shirt, Manson tee shirt, A sweet Misfits belt, and even a few things to add to that top drawer in my night stand.
On Saturday a really good friend of mine from Rhode Island came to visit. Was definitely a good time. Earlier in the week I discovered this FANTASTIC mexican restaurant. Who knew you could get semi authentic mexican food so far from the border...so needless to say that was my choice of restaurant Saturday.
Nothing else to interesting or worthy of reporting.
In lieu of Slug's interview I leave you with my favorite Atmosphere lyrics and a few pictures of Fridays party.
She flips through the pages of her fashion magazine
It pulls her out of her reality for a moment,
We all need our moments
She forgets for a couple of seconds about the hopeless situation
As the plane that seems to take all of the focus
Riding that afternoon plane from Dallas back to Minneappolis
Two and a half hours, she's out there
Reading some column about Spit versus Swallow
Everything reminds her of him,
And it's not fair
How could she fall on her face for some man-child?
Maybe it's his voice, or maybe it's his damn smile
Maybe it's the whole package,
From the kiss to the mattress,
To the sarcastic jokes, to the social status
Maybe it's none of the above
Maybe she only needed somebody genuine to show her love
It was all about the right place at the right time
And even with the drama they find that
He's still always on her mind
Well, nonetheless than two hours before she lands
To put her feet on the ground and take her man by the hand
And this time around when the laugh starts to sting,
She'll just take a breath and dig into that
Fashion Magazine
my new shirt, and the penis pop that was the hit of the party.
so i lied...this was a few weekends ago. but yeah, not sure why i was trying to rip kevins pants in the parking lot.
Until next time.
Not really much to update with. Had a semi-decent week last week. Still sickish, but for the most part fully functional. Went on a date with this kid on Thursday. Went not too bad, but pretty sure I'm not going to see him again. Which is surprisingly a okay with me.
Got a bunch of new goodies from work on Friday...Misfits tee shirt, Manson tee shirt, A sweet Misfits belt, and even a few things to add to that top drawer in my night stand.
On Saturday a really good friend of mine from Rhode Island came to visit. Was definitely a good time. Earlier in the week I discovered this FANTASTIC mexican restaurant. Who knew you could get semi authentic mexican food so far from the border...so needless to say that was my choice of restaurant Saturday. Nothing else to interesting or worthy of reporting.
In lieu of Slug's interview I leave you with my favorite Atmosphere lyrics and a few pictures of Fridays party.
She flips through the pages of her fashion magazine
It pulls her out of her reality for a moment,
We all need our moments
She forgets for a couple of seconds about the hopeless situation
As the plane that seems to take all of the focus
Riding that afternoon plane from Dallas back to Minneappolis
Two and a half hours, she's out there
Reading some column about Spit versus Swallow
Everything reminds her of him,
And it's not fair
How could she fall on her face for some man-child?
Maybe it's his voice, or maybe it's his damn smile
Maybe it's the whole package,
From the kiss to the mattress,
To the sarcastic jokes, to the social status
Maybe it's none of the above
Maybe she only needed somebody genuine to show her love
It was all about the right place at the right time
And even with the drama they find that
He's still always on her mind
Well, nonetheless than two hours before she lands
To put her feet on the ground and take her man by the hand
And this time around when the laugh starts to sting,
She'll just take a breath and dig into that
Fashion Magazine
my new shirt, and the penis pop that was the hit of the party.
so i lied...this was a few weekends ago. but yeah, not sure why i was trying to rip kevins pants in the parking lot.
Until next time.
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perdita:
aw lady! when are you coming home?!?!?
steelharbinger:
Come home!!!