if the paddy is wet, send in the peasants
Matthew The Monger is awesome. Today: I woke up about four hours after I meant to because of Benedryl, general exhaustion, and some such. Suffice to say, an hour after Matt was supposed to be here. Luckily for us both he was late. Came bearing cake mix, frosting, and cds for a merry unbirthday party, just for the hell of it. I tried to talk him into inviting some people he didn't like just for fun but he wasn't willing to go that far. Anyway, my desire inspired by Carrie on our trip for Rainbow chip cake was satisfied, although I really think it would have gone better with vanilla frosting. I have six new cds: two cds from the show I went to in Chula Vista, which are low quality, but to have a copy of the show kicks ass: Mars Volta, and new b-sides. Well, some old ones i had before, but that got fucked up, so he reburned them for me and added new ones. Man...those cds were how we met way back in high school, amusing.
I love having too much music to listen to. I'm so torn right now between keeping up my Modest Mouse kick, or TV on the Radio (I will be your ambulance if you will be my accident), of course there's still Franz Ferdinand, and The Liars, and Mars Volta, but for now I'm sticking to Radiohead. Carrie, I want to copy Le Tigre. Or I could go to Zia tonight and spend money I dont' have on U.N.K.L.E, that album I've wanted forever, or the first Underworld album, or I could replace Amnesiac...
Maybe I'll go finish that book I started the other day at Borders. Mucho cheaper. I wanted to go swim, but my therapist advised against it at least for the day. Apparently I worsened myself on vacation and Orme is looking sketchier and sketchier. However, there's feeling coming back to my right knee! It's all twitchy, but sort of neat. I'm not complaining that the nerves are finally doing their job. Way to go, guys.
Or I could call Kevin...
Meh. I can't wait to go to Hot Pink this Friday with Sarah, whom I haven't really seen in a while, I won't count that party of hers since Chris was hanging around mildly bored, also, I don't remember it too well on account of jello shots. People watching time, all the beautiful people, hoping I don't run into Tyler, but do see Adam, oh man lip rings and those green eyes of his, so gorgeous.
Trevor's been packing up and something keeps knocking against the wall with this irritating twitchy sound. It's creeping me out. Screw money spending and boy chasing, I'm going to go watch Alice in Wonderland with Matt the Monger. I've had enough quality time staring at my ceiling for the day
Update: Those are Radiohead b-sides, in case anyone was wondering.
I love having too much music to listen to. I'm so torn right now between keeping up my Modest Mouse kick, or TV on the Radio (I will be your ambulance if you will be my accident), of course there's still Franz Ferdinand, and The Liars, and Mars Volta, but for now I'm sticking to Radiohead. Carrie, I want to copy Le Tigre. Or I could go to Zia tonight and spend money I dont' have on U.N.K.L.E, that album I've wanted forever, or the first Underworld album, or I could replace Amnesiac...
Maybe I'll go finish that book I started the other day at Borders. Mucho cheaper. I wanted to go swim, but my therapist advised against it at least for the day. Apparently I worsened myself on vacation and Orme is looking sketchier and sketchier. However, there's feeling coming back to my right knee! It's all twitchy, but sort of neat. I'm not complaining that the nerves are finally doing their job. Way to go, guys.
Or I could call Kevin...
Meh. I can't wait to go to Hot Pink this Friday with Sarah, whom I haven't really seen in a while, I won't count that party of hers since Chris was hanging around mildly bored, also, I don't remember it too well on account of jello shots. People watching time, all the beautiful people, hoping I don't run into Tyler, but do see Adam, oh man lip rings and those green eyes of his, so gorgeous.
Trevor's been packing up and something keeps knocking against the wall with this irritating twitchy sound. It's creeping me out. Screw money spending and boy chasing, I'm going to go watch Alice in Wonderland with Matt the Monger. I've had enough quality time staring at my ceiling for the day
Update: Those are Radiohead b-sides, in case anyone was wondering.