HURRF IM A PLANE

So, I would like to start off saying I have a job.
I hang out with old men all day.
Listening to dirty jokes and mumble growls.
I got trapped in a truck with Wilmer.
He ate a burrito and kept burping and I had to smell it all day.
I pretended we drove by a good restaurant but I couldn't lie to myself.
Putrid and vile belly juice vaporized into warm mist on it's way back up the esophagus.
I could feel it on the left side of my face.
When I turned my head I could smell it.

I feel a new sense of motivation as I navigate the labyrinth of highways up north on tuesdays.
I feel a new sense of "Goddammit I hate this shit" when I have to drive around Livermore on the other days.

Other than that I am content.

Here is the music portion:

1 Philadelphia band. And a Seattle-ish (unless I am wrong).

Boy Problems- Tour Demo
Part of the whole Algy Cad Philly bullshit. Still really good mathy-skramz stuff. Good for making love with your left hand. Or wishing you weren't hand abstinent right now.

Also,
Kickball-Everything Is A Miracle...
I can't think of anything to say to this besides amazing. If you are into quirky and eccentric music, get this or hate yourself forever.

WHER R YOR TUOMR MR. OBMAA?

This is my favorite Star Wars character!


I've been really trying hard to compensate for my shortcomings lately.
In order to do so, I have become a little more motivated and a little less rude (probably not true).
And I think it is starting to pay off.

Example:
-My Dad and I are getting along. Complaining about our smoking related illnesses.
-The grass on my side is almost as green as the other side.
-Hipster faggots make me rage more than ever. And I quote, "Man, I need to
live in a house with wood floors. I just gotta. It make me feel, like, more connected with nature."
-I have a constant need to feel like a prickly booger.
-My posture is impeccable 79% of the time.
-I remembered how much I love thrash and crust.
-I increased my smoking habit 10 fold, in honor of my 10 year anniversary of constantly being unhappy.
-And lastly, I've been working my puborectalis muscle. I can now ejaculate 7 feet 4.25 inches.
(edit: i gave up. no one respects the art of sharpshooting.)




And:
My pants are stuck to my knee that is now scabbing. Fuck under desk keyboard trays.

Dad. Over"bear"ing!

I come home today and my sister gives me the cold shoulder.
lol fine bitch eat your mac and cheese.

I go into the other room and apparently my dad told her he was giving me 50 bucks to kick her 21 year old boyfriends ass.

Too bad even though I dislike the rockabilly faggotry facade he puts on I don't care that much.

All well, the only reason I made a post was for music.

Here is Pygmy Lush-Mount Hope [2008]

And:
Bob Tilton-Crescent [1996]

Err....Uhm....Ehhh

All I ever do is let myself down.
In a way, I should really expect it.
My persona and my character type (reality is nothing more than a never-ending novel)
are designed this way, so that I'm never really too far ahead or behind.
Eh, whatever. I'm fucking glad I haven't had anything terrible happen this year. *knock on mirror; breaks it*

Halloween.
Actually wore a costume.
15 minutes into it all I took it off.
Went to another party 7 beers deep.
Driving.

The other party sucked so I came back. And I mean sucked as in I knew no one.
And the people I did know where on the rag or something.
And well...
So I went back to the party.
And I don't remember much of the rest of the night.



only good news to come:
Cosco Busan has a drummer.
My Father and I are on good terms.


Upload Portion of this:
Single State Of Man

Good stuff. Energetic at times post-rockish. Some times very large and almost Classic Rock like while being rather mathy.

Don't take my word for it. I'm hungover.