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.