Can’t find any brown paper bags to put this fruit in that I just bought. My first instinct was to go to the liquor store and get one. Why buy a bunch of bags when I only need one? Plus, it will have alcohol in it!
Remember that time Koji did an in-studio at Black Squirrel Radio? Yeah, me neither, but here’s him playing “Spring Song” anyway. You can find even more audio and some photos over here. You should probably go check it out.
get out of there cat. you are not cutlery, or a blender or whatever wams keeps in that drawer. you are a cat. plus now the drawer will be all furry with your long fur so next time we want to make margaritas with the blender they will be furry.
Also, that’s the bathroom drawer so all that’s usually in there is a rug, but I gave up on that after Cleft insisted on pulling it out of the drawer all the time. At least we don’t have to worry about furry margaritas.
I’m finally getting back into reading-mode since it’s the summer and I could use some suggestions for stuff to check out. I’m open to pretty much anything. I mostly read fiction but am not opposed to non-fiction. So, help?
Oh man, I just realized I never posted about my zombie dream I had last night.
So basically, there was a zombie apocalypse, and most of the earth was pretty fucked. For some reason I was on a boat, like a gigantic cruise ship, with a few other people. (I can’t remember who exactly, I think Wellen was there for part of it.) And so we’re all like fine because we’re in the middle of the ocean, right? Well then we find out this one swoopy haired scenester had been bit, and so we were all like “fuuuuck, now we have to kill him or we’re all going to die.” So we wait till he turns into a zombie and someone shoots him in the head (I think I did it) but he wouldn’t die. Like, we did everything you were supposed to do to kill a zombie but he wouldn’t die. Then he was all like undead and shit, but not completely brainless? Like he could still talk and didn’t have an appetite for human flesh. So then we’re like, what the fuck do we do now? So we locked him in a closet in case he did end up getting all bitey.
tl;dr I’d like to think my brain was making a metaphor for how all these swoopy haired scene bands are never going to die.
In reality, it’s probably just because I dream about zombies a lot and I spend my time at work looking up news on swoopy haired scene bands.
I sometimes find myself in moods where I spend way more time than I should on youtube searching for retro hair tutorials, dreaming of a day where I’d have the motivation to make my hair look that classy on a regular basis.