Head Debris

[catelin]

I haven't had much coherent thought lately...mostly bits and pieces. Here's a few excerpts:

• I have now spent enough time at Home Depot that I could probably get a job there.

• I really hate the former owners of this house (Last Name= Lejava) after spending an hour cleaning suspected years-old nose blow off a bathroom vanity. Gross fuckers. I wish I knew your forwarding address so I could send it to you in an envelope.

• I am ashamed that it took me this long to realize that I have two giant magnolia trees in my backyard. They're different here, softer leaves. I look out my window every morning to hundreds of soft little buds already preparing for spring. It makes me happy to have a tree with a familiar name and so much southern meaning so close to where I lay my head.

• I can't decide what's worse, Ikea or Chucky Cheese.

• Am I the only one who looks at Perry Ferrell and cringes because he looks like a sad, twisted version of Getty Lee doing a comeback tour? I wish there were nothing but original Jane's Addiction. Why couldn't it have simply ended when I still believed they were mindblowingly cool?

• Vanilla Nut creamer is the shit.

• I got a new screwgun. That makes me way happier than it should.

See? Nothing going on in here that makes much sense. That's what happens when you spend a couple of weeks unpacking (literally) thousands of pounds of crap that you just hauled cross country.

Comments

[buscemi.livejournal.com]

That reminds me of the Bloom County comic strip with Ozzy.

"Blegh blegh demon blegh blegh beast"

*huffpuff*

"Thank God for guitar solos!"

"Oz-zy! Oz-zy!"