lecture # whatever

So it's Monday and that means my co-worker Ralph gives me his obligatory, "you should take this time to do something with yourself". It's half pep-talk half this is what i did and look at me, don't end up like me thing... it's really weird. I mean the guy is in his early 50's and he's just trying to get on my level i guess and try to get me to go to school and become a attorney, politician, film maker, who knows? I still feel like I'm young enough to do whatever i want i just don't want someone to pay for an education or school that I'm not really into anyways, plus i think that I'd feel like i owed someone something and make a even bigger deal out of doing nothing, mediocrity right now would be a blessing, i feel like one big loose end like the office at the end of Charlie's chocolate factory, where there is have a hall tree, half a clock, half a desk with a half typewriter on it. Like all the things around me are unfinished and that my head is like a traffic jam of ideas, thing i want to do, things i need to do, things i have to do for myself, things i need to do for others, and various other obligations and meaningless bullshit i call everyday life, i mean how fun can your weekend be when i thought that today was like Thursday instead of Monday that means the weekend was shitty i think...

i dreamt that i confronted my mothers former hostile boyfriend and he turned into my dad

i dreamt that i was driving a polished white Rolls Royce, circa 1982

are my hands as dirty as the water that runs off of them?

Costello, REM, Snobery Pt.2

So... lets preface this with the, couldn't-be-more-true statment that i'm a HUGE 90's fan and to be honest i only became familiar with the following band in the 90's years so, i will have to riff on the 90's part of their, "SUCKCESS". R.E.M is an American rock band that doesn't rock. There is truely no more worse crown to wear or title to hold then, College Radio Gods. College kids are the ussually braindead when not studying so why is this disposable icome bearing generation a cool factor indicator in the first place? Unintentional youth breeds ambivalence. Okay REM, your in the rock and roll hall of fame, WAHHHH! Fucking Re-Tard-Ed baby. Hall of fame for rock and roll, please bitch what is this the NFL? Hell no those dudes at least have a pair of balls. Micheal Stipe coudn't polish my turds if he begged for it, and he probley would cuz he's likes dudes right? Whatever! I can't imagine going to a REM concert, that would really suck. Imagine tThey would serve large non-fat latte's in ceramic bowls and pass around some type of donations cup for endangerd african elephants or some loser ass bleeding heart cause. Pardon the irony but this band is really Gay. Let's choose and member of Depeche Mode, blindfold them and tie one hand behind his back and he would still whoop the entire shit eating band to a tearful, transexual cowpie. REM you are the weakest link, goodbye!

Costello, REM, Snobery

W H O the fuck listen's to Elvis Costello? I mean this dude is like a wizzard-slut-ass version of Buddy Holly meets/that shithead from drop dead fred. Gimme a break dude, no one likes your post punk-new wave BS anymore than they did in the first place... "Allison", "Pump it up", "Watching the detectives"??? DUDE! come on those songs suck big time, I'd rather you not wirte anymore please. I don't care if you produced The Specials first album (allthough it is pretty rad) i don't care if you've worked with Eno and i don't care if you have a long standing songwriting relastionship with Paul Macartny(he's the pussy beatle anyways). You got married at Elton Johns gay palace, vertict in your fan's dont know shit, eat my butt.