Celebrating archaic hassles, calling it "validity"

New band for the lyrics posts. I make no apologies for today's post, and it was influenced by alcohol and Leadbelly. Eat it, fuckos.

Sleep took everything I had

I oughta have my freaking head examined. The internet is ruining my life.

Ever get the feeling ideals can't take us where we need to go?

Still loopy, still quoting Lifetime songs in the title line. Whoop de doo. In regards to the first one, well, it seems like every time I catch a random bit from Dragonball Z, it always involves someone who's 7-feet tall grunting like they have a block colon while flexing and colored energy swirls around them. What the fuck is up with that? Douches.

Oh, and if you're not listening to the new Gaslight Anthem album Sink Or Swim, well, fuck you. It's like someone took the best parts of the Lawrence Arms, Lucero, mid-period Against Me!, and Bruce Springsteen and made a record. Shit kills! Get on it, Chester.

She's all books and quotations and no fun and games

I hope you enjoyed your three-day weekend reprieve, but now back to the dumbassery that is my hobby.

The kids won't come around tonight, they're staying home

Caturday lolercaust! Or something. Sweet god do I want to get drunk. It's 9:30 in the morning. This changes nothing.

When panic's got me by the collar I need to go your way

Good lord. This is basically a daily exercise in my own retardation and a test to see how much of Jersey's Best Dancers I can quote for subject line. W00t. Die.

Hey Catrine, you know it's true (when I'm sittin' in my room)

I'll be really sad if this is the medium I was destined for

The following were all capped by my lovely girlfriend, Andrea

Oh noes!

This picture was too cute for words

Hurricane Malt Liquor tastes like huggin' a unicorn!

My brain continues to cook inside my skull

....huh what's with the what now?

My girlfriend is trying to convince me a mild headcold is in fact either mono or the death flu. The delirium brought about by whatever afflicts me makes it seem like she's right, but like all men, I'm never really allat sick.

Macro tiem are nao!

My lunch break was full of fail

And so the madness begins