chojin: i heard this whooshing sound as your post flew over my head.
italian:
.
i took the trash out about twenty minutes ago, and my dog is still fucking barking at it. wtf? it's not
that smelly.
i'd just gotten back from my ex's band practice, where i dropped off our son to spend this week with him. (although, since i'm not working right now, he'll be spending the day with me while his dad works.) and let me just say he has the nuggets like manna. green and sticky. but he wouldn't let me take any home.
oh. and i got to listen to a lot of we-don't-want-you-singing-with-us-'cause-you'll-make-us-look-bad when in actuality they want me to sing with them when they open up for them next week. passive-aggression is so much fun.
and speaking of bands, my current favorite song to sing with my new band (
) is frampton's "i don't need no doctor." it's bluesy and rockish and i get to do a lot of rasp/scream shit. yay.