Die, Alright!
Allow me to apologize for the last couple days. I've been put out of commission by a couple of health problems. Don't you go worrying yourself. I'm planning to see a doctor tomorrow afternoon, and hopefully they can just tell me its stress. Until then, relay this message for me.
If that God of yours wants to take me out, tell him or her that they better come with something a bit stronger. I'm still here, so bring it on.
NO.C. PotLuck? Fuck it, Bring the Rock.
As you may already know, Fox has decided to destroy my Wednesday night by not showing any O.C. That's right, no rerun, no newbie, no nuffin. Those bastards don't know they are killing me... slowly. In any event, if you are staying home tonight, make sure to catch American Idol. This has been the first season in which I've seen a whole episode, and let me tell you, I'm impressed. The amount of juicebags that make it through to the finals is enough to keep you entertained until the O.C. returns.
If television doesn't suit your fancy, why don't you check out a few of the other options being thrown at you tonight:
1. The Notwist @ Bowery Ballroom
2. Modest Mouse @ Irving Plaza
3. French Kicks, Shout Out Louds and The Changes @ Mercury Lounge (I'll be at this one)
4. Adam Mandel is Spinning @ Black & White (10th St)
Past Couple Days.
Bed Stricken could best describe my past couple days. On Monday night Phoebe came over to lay the ground work for a party night we are planning in the near future. We are hoping to put together a party that will bring you cheap drinks and solid dance tunes. We will keep you posted with the info as it begins to take serious shape. During our hang time, we decided to order from Tiny's Sandwich shop. It was the first time I had done so despite the good things coming from roommate Josh's mouth. While skimming the menu I noticed there was a Spicy Rizzack sandwich which is also the name of Sivan's boyfriend, Josh's band. I wanted to get to the bottom of this chicken & egg like mystery, so I called Sivan and she told me the band got a sandwich named after them. Crazy shit huh. Maybe not, but it is a personal goal of mine to get a sandwich named after me.
Tuesday I woke up still feeling like hell in a handbag so I called off work. Stevo decided to keep me company so we had a pool shark double feature with the Hustler and Color of Money. If only my name was Fast Eddie, I might amount to something. Tuesday quickly faded out, and now I'm working on Wednesday.
Allow me to apologize for the last couple days. I've been put out of commission by a couple of health problems. Don't you go worrying yourself. I'm planning to see a doctor tomorrow afternoon, and hopefully they can just tell me its stress. Until then, relay this message for me.
If that God of yours wants to take me out, tell him or her that they better come with something a bit stronger. I'm still here, so bring it on.
NO.C. PotLuck? Fuck it, Bring the Rock.
As you may already know, Fox has decided to destroy my Wednesday night by not showing any O.C. That's right, no rerun, no newbie, no nuffin. Those bastards don't know they are killing me... slowly. In any event, if you are staying home tonight, make sure to catch American Idol. This has been the first season in which I've seen a whole episode, and let me tell you, I'm impressed. The amount of juicebags that make it through to the finals is enough to keep you entertained until the O.C. returns.
If television doesn't suit your fancy, why don't you check out a few of the other options being thrown at you tonight:
1. The Notwist @ Bowery Ballroom
2. Modest Mouse @ Irving Plaza
3. French Kicks, Shout Out Louds and The Changes @ Mercury Lounge (I'll be at this one)
4. Adam Mandel is Spinning @ Black & White (10th St)
Past Couple Days.
Bed Stricken could best describe my past couple days. On Monday night Phoebe came over to lay the ground work for a party night we are planning in the near future. We are hoping to put together a party that will bring you cheap drinks and solid dance tunes. We will keep you posted with the info as it begins to take serious shape. During our hang time, we decided to order from Tiny's Sandwich shop. It was the first time I had done so despite the good things coming from roommate Josh's mouth. While skimming the menu I noticed there was a Spicy Rizzack sandwich which is also the name of Sivan's boyfriend, Josh's band. I wanted to get to the bottom of this chicken & egg like mystery, so I called Sivan and she told me the band got a sandwich named after them. Crazy shit huh. Maybe not, but it is a personal goal of mine to get a sandwich named after me.
Tuesday I woke up still feeling like hell in a handbag so I called off work. Stevo decided to keep me company so we had a pool shark double feature with the Hustler and Color of Money. If only my name was Fast Eddie, I might amount to something. Tuesday quickly faded out, and now I'm working on Wednesday.
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