Some times, there is no controlling life, you know what I mean? No matter how well you want to line your ducks up so you can step back and sigh peaceably at the row of smooth orange beaks, there will be some fateful hand to come down and smite your paltry little order. And you know what? It's okay ( Read more... )

You know, what is so wrong about all of that? All I want to do, really, is to listen to maybe Dylan's Greatest Hits Side One and possibly Side Two on a record player, in my bedroom. And so I sat and looked very firmly at the record player I bought three years ago, the one the old man at the estate sale assured me would work, and I plug it in and I ( Read more... )

And so when the girl from across the street invites us to an underwear party with pudding wrestling, we decline. We even say no to the party in NW with 3 bands. And instead we go to see Snakes On A Plane with our flask and some friends, I mean, our friends and some flask, and it's a terrible good time. I mean, kept me occupied, no doubt, but still ( Read more... )