He Came Ridin’ Fast Like a Phoenix Outta Fire Flames

Ok. So I was a bit hasty with my whole doom-and-gloom I’m-Never-Going-To-Blog-Again bullshit. It’s been two months which has been a nice sabbatical of sorts. But now I have some things to get off my fucking chest. I’ve been seeing a lot of Best of 2006 lists, but I really have to agree with Buddyhead on this one: 2006 sucked in music. The Knife is horrible. Joanna Newsom is music for fucking Renaissance fairs. It was all just fucking boring. Period. Granted there were a couple of good albums to come out, but for the most part I ended up listening to old Unwound and PJ Harvey records. So fuck Pitchfork and what they’re trying to sell. Another group of people that need to get fucked are the asshats who decided to make “going to the gym” their New Year’s resolutions. All they’re doing is cluttering up the gym and getting in my way for the month of January. We all know that by February you will be back to guzzling Super Duper Gulps and eating Triple Bacon Cheeseburgers with your Fatty McFat meal. Fuckers. But speaking of resolutions, I decided to make one. I have never ever followed through on a resolution no matter how insipid they are. The year I resolved to buy more shoes I bought none. So following that logic, my resolution is to be celibate. Anyhow that’s my rant d’jour. Happy New Years you boring fuckers and let’s turn this motha’ out bitches!