rock me joe

Sitting glittery in my own living room ((apartment is not a home but)) with a painful left wrist ((guitar)) and listening to Pete Droge, then possibly....Brian Jonestown Massacre ((if you haven't seen Dig! you're stupid...best line:  "you burn in hell for pretending to be god and not being able to back it up."))  OK fuckit, see trailer here ((Pee Ess:  Anton from BJM is the most narcissistic sicko heroin junkie in the world)):

Nope, Mudhoney played next.  They're good, too.  Fuck me, I'm sick!  WOoOoooo.  So.  I love it.  But above all else, I want you to know the Pixies are the best band from United States and that's just a fact.  Any band after the Pixies you like is just a Pixies rip-off in some way, large, small, all sizes.  No grounds for disagreeal (sic) here, jokers.

Checkit:

The Smiths.  Back pocket full of rosebush videos were watched this weekend, along with There Will Be Blood.  Both were good.  I imagine myself someplace warmer no matter what I do.  I'm craving frozen drinks full of flavoured rum served in gigantic glasses with names containing exotic locales.  Possibly with green plastic monkey hanging from his tail perched on the side.  Yum. 

It's cold now and I am still glittery and stomach hurts is empty only ice cream cone.  I don't feel like eating anything.  Some people think sleep will help or that sleep is a cure or that sleep makes you feel better.  For me that isn't so.  I sleep and I feel worse.  I sleep and I'm more tired.  Bare minimums are what keep me going.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm about to change everything.