Dec 06, 2008 14:16
California has resorted back to early Summer temperatures, well Southern California anyway - I don't count Nor Cal, they should be their own state. My town dangles in the mid-70's range. Sitting in my room taking a break for lunch of hot wings and Dr Pepper...wife beater, messy bed hair...messy bed, college shorts, "Rounders" plays on the television on mute as the Nazi Dogs take over in the place of a soundtrack, Matt Daemon stares down John Malkovich.
Oh bullocks! Why should I carry on?
No fun, all alone. The men in the family are at the USC UCLA game in Pasadena, Cody is at work. My extended lunch is helping me procrastinate reading 90 days at EMI. I think I only have less than 200 pages left to read which should be do-able by midnight. Texts of encouragment come in, "Go Gina Go! Do that english homework!"...cute.
At the very least this book is written with all the British slang included, as if you were talking to some bloke at a pub, especially the foreword by Geln Matlock.This means when Tosh writes me I can understand him a bit better. The book is written by an EMI exectelling the tale of the Sex Pistols entire 90 days at EMI.
Anyway, back to reading.....
sex pistols,
life,
school