Lay-Z and Beyondse
Today I didn't watch the Superbowl. Back when I was an advertising major I had to watch it every year for homework and critique all the commercials. That was pretty ideal. I had a valid excuse to abandon my indie credentials and behave like a typical male moron, which, let's face it, is necessary like the occasional hour-long warm bath. Instead today I took a half hour long warm bath and read part of this newish Tom Wolfe book about college morons which made me not particularly want to watch the Superbowl. Then I went over to Veronica's and hung out with her and my brother. We played with the Carrots myspace and then went out and ate pizza and ice cream and then came home and started a zine. I tried to write about Care Bears but all I could concentrate on was Sundance Head and sex. Not together. We played Writing Roulette and wrote short stories about pouring salt on the rims of vaginas and licking them like a margarita and about hiding your weed in your pet rabbit's tiny golden cowboy boot. We daydreamed about Spain and rednecks all day long. That is what my boring life is like.