I am going to be so damn glad when this semester just up and dies. May 20th just ain't coming soon enough. Celebrations will be both imminent and immense, including a night of Nine Inch Nails music videos and Jaegermeister and sitting out on a front porch somewhere at Ramapo with datewitha38 smoking cigars and acting like old men just for the fuck of it.
As I'm sure any unwitting passerbyer has noticed over the past week, I've been in varying degrees of deep blue funks. Well fuck that. All things must end. It was my own fault to begin with and, as usual, I had to go in and fix myself. I'm feeling much better now. Once I find my digital camera, I'll have a surprise for all of you motherfuckers.
Today was birdshit. Literally. We have about 15 little baby parrots and conures that my store just got in and I'm the one who gets the task of handfeeding them at night. Now, when they aren't just spitting it back at me or spraying it all over me, one of the conures today decided to let out the largest stream of liquid shit I have ever seen a bird produce all over my shirt and pants. It was unbelieveable. Birds that small should not be able to produce that much shit.
But, such goingson as this was pre-empted by my visit to the ever-fabulous 91.1 WFMU Record Fair today in NYC. Although I didn't walk away with over 50 records again, I managed to squeeze in "quality" over quantity. I got some of the most bizarre, eclectic collection I could find, from German polka music to a collection of waltzes to Celtic folkmusic. I got an album by The Chieftans, a Mindless Self Indulgence single, an album called Swedish Exotica Vol. 2 (featuring bands with names like "Snuff Movie Watchers," "Stillborn" and "Sucker's Delight"), an album of accordian music, The Who, The Eurythmics, and King Crimson.
...all for a dollar each.
And then on CD I got Boysetsfire, Ministry's Land of Rape and Honey, the KMFDM single for Brute, a compliation entitled Soundtrack to the 2003 Denver Dark Arts Festival, and finally my very first Genitorturers album, which I'm quite excited about.
And to top it all off, my Razed in Black CD came in the mail yesterday along with my Alternative German phrasebook.
And after I and everyone else (Jack, Eric and Lauren) left we got pizza then went next door to this little sex shop called "Red Light District" where Eric and Lauren looked at the dildos, I had a brief but flirty exchange with the guy behind the register and then he and Jack talked music until Eric gave up because they didn't have any good male masturbators.
Oh boy, how could a day like today not put me in a good mood?
I'm going to bed.
Dictate you later,
Pandemonium
QUOTES OF THE MOMENT:
(as we all stood at the door to "Red Light District")
Salesguy: You can come on in... I won't bite.
Me: What? Awww.... (acting dejected) C'mon guys, let's take our business elsewhere!
Salesguy: Well if you really want, I'm sure we could find someone in the back who would bite you
Me: Eh, s'okay... I get bitten enough by people as it is. Lit on fire, too...
PIZZA QUOTES:
Jack: ...so yeah, coke is the drug for asshole personality types
Eric: So then who're quaaludes for?
Jack: ...fucking idiots
Eric: Lauren, you're probably familiar with the 3Fs guys have. "Find Em, Fuck Em and Flee"
Lauren: Yeah, of course
Jack: Just on a sidenote, jumping back to the 4Fs in school...
Me: The what...?
Jack: You know... the 4Fs: Reading, Writing, 'Rithmatic and Rhetoric
Me: Okay, so what are the 4Fs?
Jack: Well, there's only three they actually teach in school, but I think they should teach rhetoric as well
Eric: And these are the four Fs?!
*At this point, I had just spit back up my garlic ball I was laughing so hard
Jack: ...where did my brain go?
As I'm sure any unwitting passerbyer has noticed over the past week, I've been in varying degrees of deep blue funks. Well fuck that. All things must end. It was my own fault to begin with and, as usual, I had to go in and fix myself. I'm feeling much better now. Once I find my digital camera, I'll have a surprise for all of you motherfuckers.
Today was birdshit. Literally. We have about 15 little baby parrots and conures that my store just got in and I'm the one who gets the task of handfeeding them at night. Now, when they aren't just spitting it back at me or spraying it all over me, one of the conures today decided to let out the largest stream of liquid shit I have ever seen a bird produce all over my shirt and pants. It was unbelieveable. Birds that small should not be able to produce that much shit.
But, such goingson as this was pre-empted by my visit to the ever-fabulous 91.1 WFMU Record Fair today in NYC. Although I didn't walk away with over 50 records again, I managed to squeeze in "quality" over quantity. I got some of the most bizarre, eclectic collection I could find, from German polka music to a collection of waltzes to Celtic folkmusic. I got an album by The Chieftans, a Mindless Self Indulgence single, an album called Swedish Exotica Vol. 2 (featuring bands with names like "Snuff Movie Watchers," "Stillborn" and "Sucker's Delight"), an album of accordian music, The Who, The Eurythmics, and King Crimson.
...all for a dollar each.
And then on CD I got Boysetsfire, Ministry's Land of Rape and Honey, the KMFDM single for Brute, a compliation entitled Soundtrack to the 2003 Denver Dark Arts Festival, and finally my very first Genitorturers album, which I'm quite excited about.
And to top it all off, my Razed in Black CD came in the mail yesterday along with my Alternative German phrasebook.
And after I and everyone else (Jack, Eric and Lauren) left we got pizza then went next door to this little sex shop called "Red Light District" where Eric and Lauren looked at the dildos, I had a brief but flirty exchange with the guy behind the register and then he and Jack talked music until Eric gave up because they didn't have any good male masturbators.
Oh boy, how could a day like today not put me in a good mood?
I'm going to bed.
Dictate you later,
Pandemonium
QUOTES OF THE MOMENT:
(as we all stood at the door to "Red Light District")
Salesguy: You can come on in... I won't bite.
Me: What? Awww.... (acting dejected) C'mon guys, let's take our business elsewhere!
Salesguy: Well if you really want, I'm sure we could find someone in the back who would bite you
Me: Eh, s'okay... I get bitten enough by people as it is. Lit on fire, too...
PIZZA QUOTES:
Jack: ...so yeah, coke is the drug for asshole personality types
Eric: So then who're quaaludes for?
Jack: ...fucking idiots
Eric: Lauren, you're probably familiar with the 3Fs guys have. "Find Em, Fuck Em and Flee"
Lauren: Yeah, of course
Jack: Just on a sidenote, jumping back to the 4Fs in school...
Me: The what...?
Jack: You know... the 4Fs: Reading, Writing, 'Rithmatic and Rhetoric
Me: Okay, so what are the 4Fs?
Jack: Well, there's only three they actually teach in school, but I think they should teach rhetoric as well
Eric: And these are the four Fs?!
*At this point, I had just spit back up my garlic ball I was laughing so hard
Jack: ...where did my brain go?
Um, what is this garlic ball you speak of? It's a disturbing inclusion in a journal entry that mentions a visit to a sex shop. I guess it's not any worse than the bird shit.
I want this semester to be over so badly I could just explode.