Current Downloads:
Jeff Buckley "Halleujiah"
Phantom Planet "California"
Solomon Burke "Cry To Me"
Ben Folds Five " Brick"
Soon to Download:
Primitve Radio Gods "Standing Outside A Broken Phonebooth..."
Joe Budden "Walk With Me"
i'm in a funk, not a funky funk either. it's more of a sick and tired of cold snaps that last three weeks. it's getting sick of the sight of this place, some days i think about throwing the country A-K rack out on the street and going to work at a Virgin Megastore and never looking back. it's not all bad, i just got a new car stereo, instilation was free because it took 2 and a half hours, saved myself 50 bucks. so with that and this new bindge of "Sad Bastard" music things are not "so" bad. however, i still lack the company of a female for companionship (not that i'm blaming anyone here, well...in truth i could blame one member but more than likely it's my fault). you will all be shocked to hear that i did have a life online before Suicide Girls. back then i was known as Quinnman66 and i spouted bullshit, bad poetry, and short stories to the masses. i bring this up because the otherday i pulled all of my items (69 pages) and have now gone through them. wow, can i spout the bullshit? i tried to look beyond the failed tries at poetry (best left to experts) and found about five long short stories that are chapters for a book i was working on but (you guessed it) never finished. it was hack plotline that never hapens but i have to say i thought that the writing was good, it was quick, it was forward and frank. i liked it. found a few other stories that i could expand on (and spell check) if i ever get the gumption. mainly however the farther back i went in all of this the deeper it took me in to a part of my life i wish not to return to. i found my rants about my ex's during a time when everyone seemed to turn their back on me. don't get me wrong, i deserved it. i was, at the time, drinking to forget my problems, but they were always there so i always drank. a major problem with my drinking was that i seemed to become a better person when i was sloshed. i was content, sometimes happy, rather than the sullen "i have everything" way i was normaly. this provided some people with the ammunition they needed to keep me drinking as a way to be happier. ha. well when i sobered up (thanks to a coffee table) i found out i had lost all the women in my life, lost my job, dropped out of school, and basicly fucked over my life. so i picked myself up, dusted off, called in a favor, and tried to get my life back in order. so here i am, almost 21, with not much to show for it but an underpaying job, no real education, no prospects, and no real way to go. so what do i do? (not that you care) i move on, "beating against the shore" now pass the coffee and let's kick this pig.
Jeff Buckley "Halleujiah"
Phantom Planet "California"
Solomon Burke "Cry To Me"
Ben Folds Five " Brick"
Soon to Download:
Primitve Radio Gods "Standing Outside A Broken Phonebooth..."
Joe Budden "Walk With Me"
i'm in a funk, not a funky funk either. it's more of a sick and tired of cold snaps that last three weeks. it's getting sick of the sight of this place, some days i think about throwing the country A-K rack out on the street and going to work at a Virgin Megastore and never looking back. it's not all bad, i just got a new car stereo, instilation was free because it took 2 and a half hours, saved myself 50 bucks. so with that and this new bindge of "Sad Bastard" music things are not "so" bad. however, i still lack the company of a female for companionship (not that i'm blaming anyone here, well...in truth i could blame one member but more than likely it's my fault). you will all be shocked to hear that i did have a life online before Suicide Girls. back then i was known as Quinnman66 and i spouted bullshit, bad poetry, and short stories to the masses. i bring this up because the otherday i pulled all of my items (69 pages) and have now gone through them. wow, can i spout the bullshit? i tried to look beyond the failed tries at poetry (best left to experts) and found about five long short stories that are chapters for a book i was working on but (you guessed it) never finished. it was hack plotline that never hapens but i have to say i thought that the writing was good, it was quick, it was forward and frank. i liked it. found a few other stories that i could expand on (and spell check) if i ever get the gumption. mainly however the farther back i went in all of this the deeper it took me in to a part of my life i wish not to return to. i found my rants about my ex's during a time when everyone seemed to turn their back on me. don't get me wrong, i deserved it. i was, at the time, drinking to forget my problems, but they were always there so i always drank. a major problem with my drinking was that i seemed to become a better person when i was sloshed. i was content, sometimes happy, rather than the sullen "i have everything" way i was normaly. this provided some people with the ammunition they needed to keep me drinking as a way to be happier. ha. well when i sobered up (thanks to a coffee table) i found out i had lost all the women in my life, lost my job, dropped out of school, and basicly fucked over my life. so i picked myself up, dusted off, called in a favor, and tried to get my life back in order. so here i am, almost 21, with not much to show for it but an underpaying job, no real education, no prospects, and no real way to go. so what do i do? (not that you care) i move on, "beating against the shore" now pass the coffee and let's kick this pig.
where the hell is the sun when we need it huh?
it's out here....now probably isn't a good time to tell you that it was in the 70's last week is it?
oh well it's gloomy and twilight like here now....and rainy...like god is spitting on you when you're outside.
just remember it could be worse....gen. douglas macarthur!
and he's dead!