Sometimes the simplest things in life make one happy. For instance, last night it was going to the New China and attacking the buffet. This morning it’s eating a fruit cup at work with my coffee. Mmmm…. It looks to be a good day. (Who the fuck am I kidding?)
An exquisite concert! Schizophrenia/Burning Spear/Free City Rhymes/Renegade Princess/Bull in the Heather/Teenage Riot/Nevermind (What Was It Anyway?)/NYC Ghosts and Flowers [there was some more shit from the new album which I know but I forget the title and the order. Oops.] Encore: Lightning/Brother James. I was looking forward to 100%, but that’s all right. I also thought when they were doing the intro to BJ that it was going to be Death Valley 69. Wait. I think there was a song from 1000 Leaves in the main set.
In the background, they had a voyeuristic camera shooting people crossing the street in NYC, the subway, etc. So much to say. Let’s just say that even though they’re older, they still know how to tear shit up.
Now I have to figure out how to create an aging report for our payables. I have two books of Access 97 on my desk, so hopefully I can create something pretty with it. Hopefully….
Tonight, for one night only:
SONIC YOUTH, live at the lovely Wilshire Theater in Beverly Hills with old-school indie rockers Saccarine Trust opening.
It’ll be fun. It’s been over a year since my last concert (which was Fugazi. They made me feel old). I’ve been longing to see Sonic Youth for a while, so we’ll see how it goes. Nonetheless it’ll be an excuse for me to leave work early. Hehehehe.
A Satanik Poem
Look up into the sky
See the almighty Cock
Then smile with happiness.
There. It’s fucking pretty. (I swear too much. I suppose that’s one of my shortcomings. Oh well.)
Vodka and punch is yummy. The vodka is almost untastable, and it just goes down your gullet nice and smooth. Me likes.
Last night was the first time I saw the show “Will and Grace”. I do admit that it’s a funny show. Sometimes you miss a lot when you don’t own a television. Fuck.
Fuck work. That’s all that needs to be said. Fuck.
Chicken marinated in red sauce with onions and parsley, cheese in a filo dough. Served with a green lettuce salad. All for only $3.00.
The word of the week:VERNACULAR. (Remember, whenever you hear the word, scream real loud.)
I got a name plaque today at work. How stupid. Don’t they know I’m leaving soon?
No need to look back anymore. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck F u c K. I knew that this was going to be a hell week at work. That’s why I’ve been faxing my resume all day. Plus, I have an interview on Wednesday at software.com, so things are looking up.
Perhaps I’ll just get a nice sleep tonight after I have Korean food. I’m already salivating at the thought of it.
It was the interminable weekend. A bunch of hormone-ridden people who don’t know what to do about it. It only leads to one thing: DRAMA. In an effort to avoid dealing with such sins (drama, that is), I decided playing guitar alongside of Sonic Youth’s Dirty was a good idea. True, my guitar was in EEEEBE tuning, but it still sounded cool. I like Sonic Youth a lot. (Damn I feel old).
However it is back to work. I’ve been complaining about wanting a cheese platter for weeks. Finally, I am successful!!!! So I’ll be stuffing my face with havarti, gouda and brie with crackers. Mmmmm.
It seems to be a good week—————:::>.
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!!!!