pantsonfire

I picked up the new Supersuckers album yesterday - those guys are just great. They drink every night, just like I do, and goddam if they don't say just what I'm thinking at any given time. Pretty soon I'm going to my haircut girl Joy for a pompadour tune-up. It's a bitch because I really want my hair cut on Tuesdays, but Joy don't do Tuesdays anymore, and I have aproblem letting anyone other than Joy tend to my oh-so luscious mane. Am I weird? A haircut is a haircut, I know, but with Joy it seems much more than that. Even my pal Ryan is hooked on Joy's scissorwork, and one of these days we will be total dorks and get our hair appointments together so we can carpool down to her shop and save like 8 cents worth of gas. She has the thickest Wisconsin accent, too. Kind of like Frances McDormand in Fargo. It takes all my strength to not laugh when she busts out with a "dont you know" or something of that nature.

Lost out on last night due to a cold. I will probably hole up at home again with a book and a couple tallboys of OldStyle and try and encourage my white blood cells to get the bad germies the fuck out of my body. I do love taking Dextamathoraphan, though. My scalp is all tingly. This should make my hair time with Joy especially good this week.