
Hi. My name is Tom DeLay. I did something naughty. Aren’t I naughty? I think I need to be spanked and have someone’s cum down past these pearly whites.
(Photo courtesy of AP/Harris County)
Yesterday for lunch, my work bitches Fabi, Yuko and I went to Target to do some shopping. When we were browsing in the cleaning supplies section (where I get a huge hardon) the power went out. Fabi and Yuko was all like:

Lo and behold it rained earlier this week. Things were looking bad. The house was cold, and Roomie and I discovered how really ineffectual our fireplace is. As in it only radiates heat an inch away. Fun!
Then came the discovery: CENTRAL HEAT!!!!! We don’t have central air which I don’t mind – it doesn’t get hot enough for that. But central heat is the best!!!!!! It’s saved our touche.
Despite my constant bitching about the rain, there is one good thing to come out of it:

Day three of hunting for shoes. Results: no shoes. I’ve officially given up. Fuck it. I’m going to go buy a guitar amp now.
It is raining like a bitch here. Just last Friday it was a nice 95 degrees. By Saturday evening it was raining. Today, more of the same with some hail, lightning and thunder mixed in just for good measure.
I’m really digging my new do. I’ll upload some pics of it. Very hipster-y, but I’m cute so I can get away with it. 😛
And I have one huge grievance to file with life. I now realize why I hate shopping for shoes. Each time I find a pair that really strikes me, I am confronted with the same response from the salespeople: “Sorry we don’t have your size.” I wear a fucking 11 or 11 1/2. How hard is that?
Yesterday I looked and I looked. I counted 10 pairs that I liked. Each time I was denied. Color me miffed. Quelle frustrating!
I’ll just post a meme.
Name 10 things that make you happy in any random order, then tag 5 people on your friends list:
Tagged by lotusblossom
1. Having good sex.
2. Eating good food.
3. Going to a Dodger’s game (even when they lose)
4. Hot weather.
5. Family dinners.
6. No traffic.
7. Reading a good book.
8. Shopping.
9. Listening to a really kickass song.
10. Roadtrips.
I tag everyone.
It’s really smoky around here, and it’s not 100% due to my cigarette smoke!
The smoke is irritating my eyes and giving my sinuses a run for their money. But thankfully the fire itself is nowhere near me.
Totally unrelated: the other night I’m getting some tacos for dinner. I’m sitting around waiting for my order when in walks this guy. He’s wearing the exact same shoes as I am: a pair of black Steve Madden sneakers! I wanted to go up to him and rip his legs off. Is that an over-reaction? I didn’t think so.
Top Ideas I Have for Halloween Costumes:
Hurricane Katrina Gas PricesI’m at a loss here. HELP!!!!!!
I first heard of them before VV and Hotel adopted “The Kills” moniker on the 5RC comp If the Twenty-First Century Didn’t Exist, It Would Be Necessary to Invent It. “Restaurant Blouse” was just a skeleton of what The Kills would become: raw minimal guitars played loud with overtones of feminine violence.
I didn’t much care for their first album Keep on Your Mean Side. It is too disjointed and rushed, although it contains some great moments such as “Fuck the People” and “Cat Claw”. I guess I was just hoping for something a little more.
That’s why I waited a couple of months to get their new album No Wow. Something compelled me to pick it up despite my reluctance. In it are songs that are cohesive and powerful. VV and Hotel reaffirm all that is great about rock and roll: sex, drugs and violence.
And live, they lived up to all of that. Singing at each other, playing the guitar as if cocking a shotgun, crawling on the ground – it was everything that is right with rock music without the failings of Mick Jagger-ian pretense. I myself was moving along to the drum machine, allowing them to control my movements. By the end of the show I wanted to go into the crowd and punch out a couple of people while making out. It was absolutely gorgeous. If war was conducted by females, it would sound like the Kills.