at the movies

Sometimes in my jealousy driven rememberings, I think of how my contemporaries are working long days and long weeks to afford the newest gadgets, or cars, or trips or tickets to the most talked-about shows or concerts in town and I haughtily tell myself that I am lucky I am not as worldly. But that's not true.

For example, if I just had an outrageous amount of money and could afford this:

I'd definitely get it.

Feelin' Like P. Diddy

I woke up with a terrible hangover and started the day cursing at the bastard who invented beer. I decided to go back to bed and satiate my need for the spinning to stop. But before going back to sleep, I thought I needed to at least have a glass of cold milk, just because milk is awesome. Such is the immense power of milk to transform however, that after finishing my drink I decided it had been quite a while since I bathed my soprano recorder in my saliva and I wanted to continue the tradition. Also, I've never done a piece before so I thought, why the hell not. More importantly, in my years of self-medication, I have found that the best way to get rid of the throbbing pain in my head is to share it. And share it with my neighbors I did. I forced them to listen to my insistent, torturous, fit inducing attempts at music.

I love being nasty.