wax is for anthrax....
and, um...i'm having lots of blasts from the pasts recently with various medleys of song lyrics in my brainz while working today.
Anthrax/Bauhaus/Black Flag/Billy Joel/Love And Rockets/Depeche Mode (which of these ones, is not like the other ones?).
Let's see, there's a 1/5th of Black Bush in my closet that
Rosie was kind enough to give me as a b-day gift- thus far, i've had 2 shots from it. One was for me, the other was on her behalf, as a toast to our friendship. In a few days, it'll be time for another shot of Whiskey. Every year, I get a bottle of Black Bush as a gift to myself, for my b-day, and I drink from it, once a month one shot, only on the 11th. Little tradition I have, really. That, and smoking a really good stogie on my b-day (and NYE).
I've been having some wack-ass mood swings as of late... some things are changing, not for the better.
I know my life is pretty decent, i've got a roof over my head, i eat 3 squares a day, there's really no reason that I should be complaining, yet I do. So, what of it?
Ramble, ramble, sputter......whiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine