The angry lad has left the building...finally. Mr. Migraine headache entered the establishment in his place, however. Before I get into my journalistic rant, I've got to get some music off of my chest. If my choice of The Smiths isn't cool enough for you, take a fucking chill pill, shove an enema up your arse, and pretend it's something more punk rock until my next journal. Even I have my wussy ass music listening days...and I'm cool enough to goddamn admit it (jackass):
Girlfriend in a Coma
Girlfriend in a coma, I know
I know - it's serious
Girlfriend in a coma, I know
I know - it's really serious
there were times
when I could
have 'murdered' her
(but, you know, I would hate
anything to happen to her)
No, I don't want to see her...
Do you really think
she'll pull through?
Girlfriend in a coma, I know
I know - it's serious
there were times when I could
have 'strangled' her
(but, you know, I would hate
anything to happen to her)
Would you please let me see her?
Do you really think
she'll pull through?
Let me whisper my last goodbyes
I know - It's Serious
Am I being nostalgic? I guess. But to be honest, I didnt listen to The Smith's back in 'the day'. That would have been a punk-rock no-no with the fucks that I hung out with. It was a 'chick' band, and the boys had to stick to their punk rock and hardcore music for fear of retribution and shaved eyebrows when passed out drunk. I still remember seeing the video for 'Girlfriend' for the first time back on MTV's 120 Minutes and was facinated by the song. Yeah, Morrisey's a fucking idiot (sorry if I've offended) but his vocals with Marr's music is captivating. I even found myself singing alone....dreadful, I'm sure. And I know, all of those hot tattooed ladies are getting oh so turned off by my actions as they read this. But then again, most of em dont read my banal writings. Go figure.
OK...enough of the music. As my last post will show, I was in a fucking bad mood by week's end. I almost got over it though, as the weekend approached with the help of some drinking at the Standard Tap with new pal Lufy as we toasted his brand new masters degree (bitch). Then, like a Hurricane in the Florida keys, a migraine headache whooped up on my sorry ass. The culprit I'm sure is non-stop Doom 3 playing. My eyes finally bugged out from the multiple hours of staring at a goddamn monitor. The pain set in pretty good, even with meds. Unfortunately, I had plans on Saturday that could not be derailed. I made it through most of the day, then came home to nurse the pain down to an acceptable level. Nice.
Today, it was grocery shopping, lunch at the Bishop's Collar, cleaning of the house, and TV lounging...all with the tinge of a migraine lurcking behind my left eye socket. Workable, yes....still painful, though. No more computer gaming for a few days more, I think.
Enough of this...I've already written a short novel with this post. So, onto my music of the past few days:
1.) The Cult - Electric
2.) The Smiths - Strangeways Here We Come
3.) Murder City Devils - In Name and Blood
4.) Hillbilly Hellcats
5.) Ruth Ruth - Laughing Gallery
6.) Volcano Suns - Farced
Allright...enough of this. Maybe Ill have something more meaningful to say next time. I dont fucking know....go look at naked girls, why dont you. Stop reading shit from aging fucking ex-punk rocker morons like me....
Girlfriend in a Coma
Girlfriend in a coma, I know
I know - it's serious
Girlfriend in a coma, I know
I know - it's really serious
there were times
when I could
have 'murdered' her
(but, you know, I would hate
anything to happen to her)
No, I don't want to see her...
Do you really think
she'll pull through?
Girlfriend in a coma, I know
I know - it's serious
there were times when I could
have 'strangled' her
(but, you know, I would hate
anything to happen to her)
Would you please let me see her?
Do you really think
she'll pull through?
Let me whisper my last goodbyes
I know - It's Serious
Am I being nostalgic? I guess. But to be honest, I didnt listen to The Smith's back in 'the day'. That would have been a punk-rock no-no with the fucks that I hung out with. It was a 'chick' band, and the boys had to stick to their punk rock and hardcore music for fear of retribution and shaved eyebrows when passed out drunk. I still remember seeing the video for 'Girlfriend' for the first time back on MTV's 120 Minutes and was facinated by the song. Yeah, Morrisey's a fucking idiot (sorry if I've offended) but his vocals with Marr's music is captivating. I even found myself singing alone....dreadful, I'm sure. And I know, all of those hot tattooed ladies are getting oh so turned off by my actions as they read this. But then again, most of em dont read my banal writings. Go figure.
OK...enough of the music. As my last post will show, I was in a fucking bad mood by week's end. I almost got over it though, as the weekend approached with the help of some drinking at the Standard Tap with new pal Lufy as we toasted his brand new masters degree (bitch). Then, like a Hurricane in the Florida keys, a migraine headache whooped up on my sorry ass. The culprit I'm sure is non-stop Doom 3 playing. My eyes finally bugged out from the multiple hours of staring at a goddamn monitor. The pain set in pretty good, even with meds. Unfortunately, I had plans on Saturday that could not be derailed. I made it through most of the day, then came home to nurse the pain down to an acceptable level. Nice.
Today, it was grocery shopping, lunch at the Bishop's Collar, cleaning of the house, and TV lounging...all with the tinge of a migraine lurcking behind my left eye socket. Workable, yes....still painful, though. No more computer gaming for a few days more, I think.
Enough of this...I've already written a short novel with this post. So, onto my music of the past few days:
1.) The Cult - Electric
2.) The Smiths - Strangeways Here We Come
3.) Murder City Devils - In Name and Blood
4.) Hillbilly Hellcats
5.) Ruth Ruth - Laughing Gallery
6.) Volcano Suns - Farced
Allright...enough of this. Maybe Ill have something more meaningful to say next time. I dont fucking know....go look at naked girls, why dont you. Stop reading shit from aging fucking ex-punk rocker morons like me....
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I kept on thinking about having to be in a hellacopter...I almost had a panic attack just thinking about it. I hate heights...my boy keeps on trying to get me to walk across the Ben Franklin and I think I will, when its a cold day in hell! You are a brave man!
Oh, the man is officially getting cranky about Doom, its been one corridor too many. Did you get past the endless corridors to actually get to the hell level? The 'ooh"and "ahh" factor is kind of getting old and now he's just kind of "eh".