As I’m getting ready to leave work, I’m listening to Sonic Youth’s new album NYC Ghosts and Flowers. It’s constructed as the end of all music. My friend says that Sonic Youth has become pretentious in their last several albums. I couldn’t agree with him more, however I see it as a good thing rather than a bad one.
The weekend is here. If I have a phone line, I can probably update my page more easily. Fuckin’ roommate.
I’ve decided that if everyone and their fucking mothers could have a weblog, I should also. So there. Here is the first of the series of useless posts about how I’m feeling at a particular time and all that other rot. It will be a fucking joy.
The word of the day: TWAT!!!!