i KNOW i said i wouldn't go back. (i.e. i thought i was SO over karaoke at denny's.)
so last night, after watching 8 mile with my mom and sister (my sister has a strange, strange taste in film for a person of her kind) and becoming...um...uncomfortable while eminem and brittany murphy fucked in a factory as i sat next to my mum, i decided it was high time to blow this mom and pop stand (this mom and pop stand being covington) and drove back in to seattle to the denny's in ballard for toby's going away party. it was nice to find that the population consisted mostly of toby's friends (i.e. the ratio of creepy old guys was brought down) and once again, i stayed sober (i.e. i did not sing. what else is new?) but i was especially enamoured with the big, bald guy that sang footloose and had a fucking amazing voice. incredible. who'd've thunk it? i finally left after about an hour and a half of karaoke noise and ten minutes of hugging toby good bye, trying to stop her tears with reservoir dog quips and talk of a rolling stones/johnny cash/hank wms (sr!)/frank zappa hot music-god orgy when she gets back (which, now that i think about it...is creepy. i mean, there are dead guys in that mix. and necrophilia just ain't my bag.) came "home" to find my mum on the couch and watching sleepy hollow at 1:30 in the morning. (johnny depp=hottt... even when he's pale and scared of spiders.)
now i'm sitting in an empty house in lieu of churching it up with the fam. amazingly, this wasn't even an issue. look at me. i'm so devil-may-care.
waking up to rain hitting the roof is very, very nice.
tonight i will be driving up to bham with my mama to do my radio show (don't ask why. it's for love of the music, aight?) and then back down to seattle and then getting up hella early (early where i'm concerned at least) to "start work". (i.e. sit at a desk, answer the phone, and fuck around on the computer.) so, in the case that any of y'all are sitting around on your computer between nine and five pm this week and just happen to be on aim: talk to me talk to me talk to me. (i.e. user id: youcanbefrank)
that is all, my friends. (i.e. i need my fuckin coffee.)
now i'm sitting in an empty house in lieu of churching it up with the fam. amazingly, this wasn't even an issue. look at me. i'm so devil-may-care.
waking up to rain hitting the roof is very, very nice.
tonight i will be driving up to bham with my mama to do my radio show (don't ask why. it's for love of the music, aight?) and then back down to seattle and then getting up hella early (early where i'm concerned at least) to "start work". (i.e. sit at a desk, answer the phone, and fuck around on the computer.) so, in the case that any of y'all are sitting around on your computer between nine and five pm this week and just happen to be on aim: talk to me talk to me talk to me. (i.e. user id: youcanbefrank)
that is all, my friends. (i.e. i need my fuckin coffee.)