Tell me anything you want, any old lie will do

Oooooh so I think in July I'm going to get to: A. visit with my girlfriend and B. see Fleet Foxes with said girlfriend. I can't think of a sexier time.

Work is kinda boring. But I'm really excited about hopefully re-mixing "Time" with Andrew tomorrow. Make that shit shiiiiiiiine. And make Ian's vocals pretty.

The past couple days were full of Red House Painters and Sun Kil Moon. To lighten things up, I threw on some Go! Team today. Exclamation points! in names are cool. I'm glad Panic at the Disco dropped theirs. Now the Go! Team and Godspeed You! Black Emperor and !!! are safe.

A good friend of mine is hurting right now. I really don't know what to say in those kinds of situations. I hate it when I bring up my personal experience in the realms of discussion. Seems selfish to me. Like, "hey man, this one time, something like that happened to me too. yeah." In the right context and with the right perspective this could be a good thing and helpful, but I think that's rare. But...I guess we can learn from each other's experience. I just don't want to feel like I'm pushing some lame personal bullshit on someone else's fragile demeanor.

Get fresh

Time for a fresh start for this crappy blog. I deleted my (emo) posts. Very good, yes?

Today, I have been really tired mhm. My job is very long, stressful, and I feel like I could drop a serious deuce right now.

In other news: my record player is up and running with some redneck wiring to my computer and stuff. It's pretty cool, I'm not going to lie. So I am listening to "Alligator" right now on it. "I'll end up winning and I won't know why" - oh, Matt Berninger. Good man.

This Diet Cherry Chocolate Dr. Pepper intrigues me. It tastes like those chocolate-covered cherries. I think they should have just done "Chocolate Dr. Pepper" and consolidated the flavor. I mean, come on, I only want to have to notice one flavor. This is like that Diet Cherry Vanilla Clusterfuck Dr. Pepper they had awhile ago. Do they get more money for a higher word-count in the title of the soda? Let's hope so.

Well, I'm off to go collapse somewhere and wake up in a puddle of drool. Stay fresh, crapholes.