tarafara

this will be short. i've just realized that FOD has a slightly dark underbelly of sniping and petty retalliation and other such stupidity. yeah, that sounds naive, everything has something evil lurking inside. but, are there really enough people here taking themselves THAT seriously and they must resort to childish behaviors usually reserved for politicians? so if you ever think of vote bombing someone because they said something shitty about your work. remember this. they don't really...

first off, i'd like to apologize to everyone who is expecting me to watch their videos today. there is a man playing what i think is called a "kiba" right outside my door (long skinny instrument with a fat, round end, like if you tried to make a guitar out of the most giant gourd ever). and i do mean 'right outside'. it's so fucking loud i can't hear anything. not the computer, not my customers, and certainly not the terrified little mexican who brought me my pancakes today. o...

anybody know what song the title of my blog is a line from? if i got it wrong i'm sorry, but this is the way it should be. damp is a great word. almost as excellent as moist. moist moist moist. just say it a few times, you'll feel the need to brush your teeth or you'll really want to suck some cock. either way you're gonna feel dirty. i'll be honest, saying moist over and over makes me wanna go down on the big itaian guy at work like a cum-guzzling queen (wow i hope my mom doesn't read...

the modern world has become a breeding ground for lost, spoiled children, and even those of us who were raised to do and be better have been sucked so far enough down this badger hole of instant gratification that it seems no one is immune except those completely unqualified to do, well, anything about anything.

there are a few reasons why my band wont make it in our current incarnation. one...our drummer got deported. two...bass player is a flake (aren't they all?). three...we don't care what you think about our music. but even with all that, we still fucking rule. anyone reading this should check out a demo video our bass player made on youtube here is the url:

first thing that happens today, before i can even get my breakfast (mmmmm...pancakes) a 'salesman' from verizon comes into my store, looking like he woke up to a really nice 8-ball (i know he didn't but no one should have that much energy before 9am), asking me who my store's phone service is with. i have no idea. hoping my flat admission of ignorance and subsequent turn away from him towards the computer would signal the end of our conversation. alas, it did not. he proceeded to ask one ques...