walk with your credit card in the air
swinging nunchakus like you just don't care
this is a slow, sick suckin' part of me
this is a slow, sick suckin' part of me

I had a dream last night that involved cocaine, Lego boxes full of worms and Samba de Amigo.

I put a box of my moms old vinyl out to the trash and some guy came by and took it, but not before smashing a Donny Osmond album. How rude.

I have purple bed sheets.

I went to the library the other day and checked out the majority of their Pynchon books, all two of them. Actually, there were three or four books total, but one wasn't a novel and the other was just a double of The Crying Of Lot 49, so it doesn't matter anyway. I got that and Gravity's Rainbow (again ( Read more... )

I've listened to this Wolf Eyes song, "Stabbed In The Face," twenty or thirty times tonight and I can't seem to stop. It's making me paranoid. That's so cool. Music with basic beats, dissonant noises and near incomprehensible yelling gets my juices a-flowing. That these guys are on Sub Pop cracks me up; this is the complete opposite of that labels ( Read more... )

Wilco, The Flaming Lips and Ween have new songs on the Sponge Bob Square Pants movie soundtrack. I really want to hear it. It isn't really Wilco on there though, I guess it's just Tweedy singing for his eight-year-old sons band, but I think that's cool. The Flaming Lips song has me really interested by its title alone: "SpongeBob and Patrick ( Read more... )

My television remote won't stop producing cocaine and I'm not sure what to do with it.

So after hearing a terrible five second clip of "Slow Hands" on school network TV today I broke down and bought the new Interpol album. Here's what I can tell after the first listen ( Read more... )

My neighbors have a parrot of some sort and it's beginning to creep me the fuck out me. Some kids are playing with a duck call and this bird is forming sentences. Just a few moments ago it said, "Hello? Hello? Why are you screaming?" And now it's laughing and saying "meow" and "yeah" and "oh god."

Saturday nights kill me. I'm so bored.