Much better day!
Not that yesterday sucked... there was just lots to deal with!
Made all my crookeds straight today.
Got my ears flushed and my stereo repaired.
Then tonite it's shopping for more home accessories and other shit at department stores and the redneck epicenter of Wal-Mart (motherFUCK I despise that place... but it's so damn cheap!).
Decided to hold off on the job hunt and give my current job the benefit of the doubt... or at least until I burn up my 97 hours of paid vacation time I have stored up... I'll need it for trips to KC, Chicago and Pittsburgh...
Why is it that guys who deal with ANYthing car related are typically prentetious assholes!
Whether it's car stereos or the mechanics of your car they fuckin' act like you're an idiot cuz you don't know what's making that awful metallic crunching noise.
Now, granted, I should know a bit more about cars just so that mine isn't in the shop every two years (which it is), but fuckin' shit, man, cars are supposed to get your ass from Point A to Point B... nothing more. No vanity. No status symbol. No mid-life crisis materialistic phallic substitute.
I'm surprised I have to explain these things... Wait, no I'm not.
But I just found out my broheim of 6 years Bugbee (from Portland, OR) is all up on this bitch!!!!
He's Nidhug !!!
And, ladies, you should check his ass out cuz he's a fine slice-a man and if I were gay I'd totally be after his ass... but since I'm not (with the exception of some seriously homoerotic moments) he's fair game... GO FOR IT!!!!
Only catch is he lives with my dipshit friend Jason Dinges (from Winchester, VA) who's a hopeless alcoholic and broken hearted indie rock snob who will instantly turn you off with his apathy and disregard for all things important to you.
(just kidding, Jase. I love you like a school boy!)
Man, just two days without a car stereo can just about kill ya!
And of all the albums/bands/songs I've been listening to today I believe the ones that most define me right now are "Senseless Fight" by the boys from the Fatherland, Caliban. And "I Don't Wanna Be Me" by Type O.
So it's off to see LIFE AQUATIC, sit around and read some more, celebrate the fact that I can hear again, get psyched for the HATEBREED show this coming Sunday (a review will most definitly follow) and just generally rub my hands together until tomorrow when I wake up at 7am cuz all my furniture and bed arrive at my place at 8am (pics will follow).
Peace out,
Erik ("I Just Wanna Be Gay So I Can Fuck Johnny Depp") H.
Not that yesterday sucked... there was just lots to deal with!
Made all my crookeds straight today.
Got my ears flushed and my stereo repaired.
Then tonite it's shopping for more home accessories and other shit at department stores and the redneck epicenter of Wal-Mart (motherFUCK I despise that place... but it's so damn cheap!).
Decided to hold off on the job hunt and give my current job the benefit of the doubt... or at least until I burn up my 97 hours of paid vacation time I have stored up... I'll need it for trips to KC, Chicago and Pittsburgh...
Why is it that guys who deal with ANYthing car related are typically prentetious assholes!
Whether it's car stereos or the mechanics of your car they fuckin' act like you're an idiot cuz you don't know what's making that awful metallic crunching noise.
Now, granted, I should know a bit more about cars just so that mine isn't in the shop every two years (which it is), but fuckin' shit, man, cars are supposed to get your ass from Point A to Point B... nothing more. No vanity. No status symbol. No mid-life crisis materialistic phallic substitute.
I'm surprised I have to explain these things... Wait, no I'm not.
But I just found out my broheim of 6 years Bugbee (from Portland, OR) is all up on this bitch!!!!
He's Nidhug !!!
And, ladies, you should check his ass out cuz he's a fine slice-a man and if I were gay I'd totally be after his ass... but since I'm not (with the exception of some seriously homoerotic moments) he's fair game... GO FOR IT!!!!
Only catch is he lives with my dipshit friend Jason Dinges (from Winchester, VA) who's a hopeless alcoholic and broken hearted indie rock snob who will instantly turn you off with his apathy and disregard for all things important to you.
(just kidding, Jase. I love you like a school boy!)
Man, just two days without a car stereo can just about kill ya!
And of all the albums/bands/songs I've been listening to today I believe the ones that most define me right now are "Senseless Fight" by the boys from the Fatherland, Caliban. And "I Don't Wanna Be Me" by Type O.
So it's off to see LIFE AQUATIC, sit around and read some more, celebrate the fact that I can hear again, get psyched for the HATEBREED show this coming Sunday (a review will most definitly follow) and just generally rub my hands together until tomorrow when I wake up at 7am cuz all my furniture and bed arrive at my place at 8am (pics will follow).
Peace out,
Erik ("I Just Wanna Be Gay So I Can Fuck Johnny Depp") H.