Oh yeah, I found a bunch of my old mp3 CD collections. My neighbors will soon come to loathe "How Soon Is Now" by the Smiths, cause, for some reason, when I'm in a shiftless mood, that's the only song that'll bring me back. And it needs to be all out - full bass, full volume, full teeth shattering effect.
Well, I'm almost at the twenty-four hour mark for no smoking. Would quite literally slap a baby for a fucking cigarette.
Surprisingly, I feel fucking awesome. Yeah, sure, I got the nicotine withdrawals and I need a fucking drink and that chest infection is lingering on the edge of attack or retreat, but emotional I feel awesome. I want to make love to someone all night long, then sleep in late and wake up to watch the rainstorm outside my enormous windows.
My apartment is nearly immaculate (well, as immaculate as a single 22 year old college drop out can get it without being hopped up on speed or stoned on grass). That always helps.
I'm going to take my mattress off the floor and put it back on it's cheap frame and then put my extra stereo, with the kick ass speakers, under the mattress so I can feel the bass kick when I'm laying in bed. Plus I have the extra bookend speakers I'll put at the head of the bed so it's not all muffled sounding.
Whatever happend to Korn? "Blind" was one of the coolest tracks of that decade. Their latest shit, in my humble opinion, is just that; shit.
So it would appear that G is tired of the foreplay and would like a picture? We'll see.
Where's my cell phone? (he asks as if he was actually expecting a call).
Well, I'm almost at the twenty-four hour mark for no smoking. Would quite literally slap a baby for a fucking cigarette.
Surprisingly, I feel fucking awesome. Yeah, sure, I got the nicotine withdrawals and I need a fucking drink and that chest infection is lingering on the edge of attack or retreat, but emotional I feel awesome. I want to make love to someone all night long, then sleep in late and wake up to watch the rainstorm outside my enormous windows.
My apartment is nearly immaculate (well, as immaculate as a single 22 year old college drop out can get it without being hopped up on speed or stoned on grass). That always helps.
I'm going to take my mattress off the floor and put it back on it's cheap frame and then put my extra stereo, with the kick ass speakers, under the mattress so I can feel the bass kick when I'm laying in bed. Plus I have the extra bookend speakers I'll put at the head of the bed so it's not all muffled sounding.
Whatever happend to Korn? "Blind" was one of the coolest tracks of that decade. Their latest shit, in my humble opinion, is just that; shit.
So it would appear that G is tired of the foreplay and would like a picture? We'll see.
Where's my cell phone? (he asks as if he was actually expecting a call).