Sexo, Drogas, y Rock n Roll
3 December 1999
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Sexo, Drogas, y Rock n Roll
3 December 1999
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8:22 PM: Today's Title is the name of this compilation CD I picked up Today in the Tower Outlet downstairs. It's a strange little 80s-ish collection, with a scary blonde Ivanaesque model in a red vinyl devil suit posing on the covers. Of the CD, not covers of the songs. Oh you know. Goes from Elvis Costello's "Radio, Radio" to George Thorogood doing "One Bourbon, One Shot, & One Beer" by way of Ann Peebles and "I Can't Stand The Rain". I think the theme here is "Hey, I just remembered another song I used to hear on the radio back then, I think."
Meeeting Today at 10 AM, owie. Actually, waking up wasn't terribly ordealish. Random. Insane old Chinese man on the train, pounding on the call button from the back of the second car of the train and bellowing "Open the back door, fucker!" Loud enough to knock you over, too. Impatience in the line at McTrumps taught me the important lesson that truly, there is nothing like a Pig-a-muffin. (Which is the much-easier-to-say version of Sausage McMuffin with Egg.)
Long day. Dumb. Dumb meetings. We are owned by pointless people. We are not buzzin wid da bees.
Damn. I think that's all there is to say.
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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