Monday, April 16, 2007

Rebel Rebel

If people could just stay at their desks that would be nice. Kthxbye. How am I supposed to write blogs and read work-unrelated websites with people always walking their flat asses past my desk? Jesus, the outside of my cube is like that fucking carny game where ducks and shit go by.

Year Zero comes out tomorrow! It's been a few years, but it feels like nothing new has came out since high school when The Fragile was borned. Probably because I wasn't all into With Teeth at first. I wrote it off as butt-rock for months.



New coffee mug! Old sticker! R. Stevens put some random stickers in my last t-shirt order and I haven't had anything to use it on until this morning. My Hawaiian mug wasn't up to snuff. My drinks were cold in about an hour. It's all about stainless steel, baby. For teh win! I'm drinking black coffee almost daily. Today was the first day it didn't take any work to enjoy. Thanks be to The K and her ever-wise wisdom of wiseness and wise-osity. She's right about a lot of stuff.

Like music. I spent some time this weekend on the high seas (read: yarr) and my iPod's spinning belly is now a little fuller. Refused, some older Muse, and Big Dumb Face have made their way into my ears. The screamy stuff is starting to become tolerable. I like bands that are totally before their time. And adorable.

I need a haircut. My hair is getting long and unruly like a measuring tape with too much let out. I wish it made that noise, though. I was going to go this weekend but... nothing I wanted to do really got done. No cleaning. No picture taking of things to sell. No working out.

Sleep, media, eat, media, skin, sleep, skin, eat, media, hot tub, eat, media, skin, sleep. That was my weekend. It was fantastic. I took a nap from about Noon to 3:00pm. It was so horribly and completely against everything my brain was telling me to do, that it felt like fucking. heaven. I mean it. The periods between those two words mean it's extra serious.

Disturbia wasn't bad. I was actually all tensed up for good portions of the movie. Shilo Buff (ha!) did a good job. He is actually cute. One of the prerequisites of a good actor in my book is the Chin Quiver. And he did it. So... yeah. The Asian boy was also awesome. Very animated and amusing. My only complaints? Carrie Ann-Moss had two chins, and the girl next door was that special style of Trendy Popular Hott. Why couldn't she have some curves and square glasses? Like what's-her-face in Ghost World? I'll tell you why: Because of jerk-off frat boys. Tits, ass, boobs, bombs, butts, cleavage, and tires sell movies. Remember that, future film makers of America. You asses.

Damnit, I think this new Dulce de Leche latte thing is getting to me. My typing is fast and all over the place, like a drunken ADD victim at prom. Man, that would be an awesome thing to see... Mm. Anywho.

I need to get to work. Me and Babysnakes have some foods to buy kissin' to catch up on.

- David

Wait, were you kneading my hipbone in the theatre because of Shilo!?

2 Comments:

Blogger Sanguine K said...

I am always right about music. My taste is perfection.

"Wait, were you kneading my hipbone in the theatre because of Shilo!?"

hahahahahaha! Of course not. Your hipbones are irresistible to me with or without SHIA (spell it with me, S-h-i-a) being adorable right in front of me.

7:57 PM, April 16, 2007  
Blogger Manda said...

shia <3

Commie coffee cups... you're too cool for school.

3:17 AM, April 17, 2007  

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