mingusdew

looks like i may actually get to sleep before 2 tonight.... i didn't drink coffee this afternoon, didn't take a nap and just finished gorging myself on peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and pancakes. it's wonderful the things you discover in your cupboard when you are forced by constricted finances to scrounge around for food instead of just ordering pizza four times a week...
plus, i've only had two beers so far this week... definitely just what i need, to break the drinking every day habit.
i happily spin the webbing on my cocoon ever thicker and the voices outside grow ever more distant and muffled....
super furry animals are coming to town.. good!
they are coming to town with grandaddy.... bad!
so i get to see SFA, but i am going to have to deal with a bunch of skinny-ass trucker hat wearing indie rock homos the entire time.
here's three rules i have about trucker hats:
1. Vegans may not wear trucker hats!
2. One must be able to change the fucking oil in one's own car to qualify to wear a trucker hat.
3. one must keep a gun in the house if one is to wear a trucker hat.
i swear to god, if yard gloves or fishing boots become the next indie rock fashion accessory i'm going to go on a shooting rampage at the Whole Foods market. And the worst thing of all is that all these kids sit around drinking PBR and wearing cowboy shirts, and then bash on rednecks.
ah, i'm such a grouch... i kid because i love...
no wait, it comes from my bottomless supply of seething, corrosive hatred