Sunday, July 3, 2011

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.


  1. This was like my twenty eight take and I was just about ready to murder lizards.

  2. Have you ever bought anything from Amazon or Ebay? I'm planning on getting a tenor recorder but I'm not sure I can get it here.

  3. Nope. Haven't bought anything online yet. I don't have a credit card.