suck on the fountain of despair
It's Friday, so work is that much more bearable. Soon I will be bouncing down the front steps of the building, basking in the warmth of a late August day, with more than sixty hours to myself before I have to see this place again.
Those sixty hours will include tonight's boozing, tomorrow's Mets game, a haircut, recording the new song I'm working on for The New Dress, a possible westchester show, marching, protesting, kickball playoffs week number two, and post-kickball fun times.
It will surely blow by all too quickly, and I'll be sitting in this seat again before I know it, checking my e-mail every five minutes. Which would be fine, if I wasn't greeted by an empty inbox every time. Someone out there has to love me enough to send me a long, at least somewhat entertaining e-mail.
I know that not everyone is forced to listen to the hip hop and r&b radio station every day, but even if you don't, this should apply... how MOTHERFUCKING SICK are you of that "Turn Me On" song!? Holy fucking god! At first I thought they were cramming it down my throat, but now I realize they're actually ramming it up my ass! And that "Step" song? I don't know what it's called, but it's got parts that go "Step to the left, step the right, keep on steeeeeeeppin'. Step, step, step." What?!? Fuck, that song sucks. Fucking fuck balls. I have Tyrannasaurus Hives and Randy Newman in my bag, fucking DYING to be played. I can hear them calling my name. My discman is like, "Yo, I'm not gonna drain these batteries, myself! You gotta press PLAY, motherfucker."
Those sixty hours will include tonight's boozing, tomorrow's Mets game, a haircut, recording the new song I'm working on for The New Dress, a possible westchester show, marching, protesting, kickball playoffs week number two, and post-kickball fun times.
It will surely blow by all too quickly, and I'll be sitting in this seat again before I know it, checking my e-mail every five minutes. Which would be fine, if I wasn't greeted by an empty inbox every time. Someone out there has to love me enough to send me a long, at least somewhat entertaining e-mail.
I know that not everyone is forced to listen to the hip hop and r&b radio station every day, but even if you don't, this should apply... how MOTHERFUCKING SICK are you of that "Turn Me On" song!? Holy fucking god! At first I thought they were cramming it down my throat, but now I realize they're actually ramming it up my ass! And that "Step" song? I don't know what it's called, but it's got parts that go "Step to the left, step the right, keep on steeeeeeeppin'. Step, step, step." What?!? Fuck, that song sucks. Fucking fuck balls. I have Tyrannasaurus Hives and Randy Newman in my bag, fucking DYING to be played. I can hear them calling my name. My discman is like, "Yo, I'm not gonna drain these batteries, myself! You gotta press PLAY, motherfucker."