I don't have a drum set in front of me at the moment but this will do.
I find my hands having a mind of their own at times (not in this dirty way...at least this time).
Sunday night always seems to be the wind down to the weekend warrior engagements I proceed in. As of the last month and a half, that has not been the case. It's only been a mere night off and back at it whatever other night.
I've just need a vacation and to go down a different avenue to travel on for a bit. I've been losing it the last couple of months with all the working and no time to myself. Doing this for a couple of years takes a toll on you in every way as it seems. I'm slowly tiring of taking care of everything all at once.
The tv's been shot so I don't get to watch the one hour of television I actually do like to watch. Sigh..
Making my way to the liquor store looking forward to obtaining some flavor and quantity of some tasty beverage. Closed, the bastard.
To Black Bettie...onward on to the nearest liquor store (forgetting that Sundays early evening is the worst time to get beer around here). 3 stores later and finally acquiring the booze I was looking forward to.
I knew tonight felt like a beer night but which one? It sat there as plain as day for me....a nice 32 oz bottle of Sol . which reminded me of Mexico...which reminded me of this:
I still wish I was there sometimes...walking endless streets in the Mexican sun knowing that everything was new and unknown. I find myself going back in the future at some point..
Sipping on some booze having indulges in other pleasantries, brings me back to the original point in this endless ramble. Being a creature of the night still fucks with the sleeping schedules.
Reading and writing at hours when I know I should be asleep, time blurs and blends into a mess and never knowing which way is up....maybe down has become the new up? (good fuckin song).
Somethings got to give and it will soon enough. Financial responsibilities and hindrances alike prohibit things ...at the moment.
Looking through old boxes, I came across my 1st ipod. I missed it so and the look and feel of it. I remembered how I cursed the heavens the day is died on me as I was stuck in 10 mile traffic on 287 on an august afternoon with no cigarettes. Fuck that was a bad day, I remembered how I had lots of music I can't find anymore. One in particular being this album of b-sides and early demos from The Cure. It's crazy to think that Robert Smith is nearly if not 50 years old.
I think I'm forking over the money and bringing the lil dood back to life.
Depeche Mode is playing the garden in August. I almost forgot about that, if any of you are even considering going. I highly suggest that you just fork over the money and get your ass to that show. They're worth every penny. I caught them at the Borgata back in 05 during the "Playing the Angel" tour and it was literally one of my top 10 shows. After all these years they still have it. It's crazy seeing people of every age go rapid over David Gahan. I for one will be there.
A.D.D. is finally setting in, I shall answer the call of the munchies. Would anyone suggest a movie..any movie? I'm dying to see something new...anything whatsoever.
I am not my fuckin khakis...thank you.
Farewell
I find my hands having a mind of their own at times (not in this dirty way...at least this time).
Sunday night always seems to be the wind down to the weekend warrior engagements I proceed in. As of the last month and a half, that has not been the case. It's only been a mere night off and back at it whatever other night.
I've just need a vacation and to go down a different avenue to travel on for a bit. I've been losing it the last couple of months with all the working and no time to myself. Doing this for a couple of years takes a toll on you in every way as it seems. I'm slowly tiring of taking care of everything all at once.
The tv's been shot so I don't get to watch the one hour of television I actually do like to watch. Sigh..
Making my way to the liquor store looking forward to obtaining some flavor and quantity of some tasty beverage. Closed, the bastard.
To Black Bettie...onward on to the nearest liquor store (forgetting that Sundays early evening is the worst time to get beer around here). 3 stores later and finally acquiring the booze I was looking forward to.
I knew tonight felt like a beer night but which one? It sat there as plain as day for me....a nice 32 oz bottle of Sol . which reminded me of Mexico...which reminded me of this:
I still wish I was there sometimes...walking endless streets in the Mexican sun knowing that everything was new and unknown. I find myself going back in the future at some point..
Sipping on some booze having indulges in other pleasantries, brings me back to the original point in this endless ramble. Being a creature of the night still fucks with the sleeping schedules.
Reading and writing at hours when I know I should be asleep, time blurs and blends into a mess and never knowing which way is up....maybe down has become the new up? (good fuckin song).
Somethings got to give and it will soon enough. Financial responsibilities and hindrances alike prohibit things ...at the moment.
Looking through old boxes, I came across my 1st ipod. I missed it so and the look and feel of it. I remembered how I cursed the heavens the day is died on me as I was stuck in 10 mile traffic on 287 on an august afternoon with no cigarettes. Fuck that was a bad day, I remembered how I had lots of music I can't find anymore. One in particular being this album of b-sides and early demos from The Cure. It's crazy to think that Robert Smith is nearly if not 50 years old.
I think I'm forking over the money and bringing the lil dood back to life.
Depeche Mode is playing the garden in August. I almost forgot about that, if any of you are even considering going. I highly suggest that you just fork over the money and get your ass to that show. They're worth every penny. I caught them at the Borgata back in 05 during the "Playing the Angel" tour and it was literally one of my top 10 shows. After all these years they still have it. It's crazy seeing people of every age go rapid over David Gahan. I for one will be there.
A.D.D. is finally setting in, I shall answer the call of the munchies. Would anyone suggest a movie..any movie? I'm dying to see something new...anything whatsoever.
I am not my fuckin khakis...thank you.
Farewell
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somewhere off the sketchy exit of a lonely highway in the middle of the night, the booth of a random waffle house eagerly awaits our asses as 'sauce master' plays on repeat.......
FO'SERIOUS.
(i ate fries twice the other day. FOR SHAME!)