Saturday, September 6, 2014

and here comes the rain

when i felt my back starting to tighten up last night, i knew the rain wasn't far behind. sure enough, a few hours later there was lightning and rain. at least this cold front has cooled things way down. i'll trade a little pain in order to be comfortable.

the Yankees were fucking clueless last night. they pissed away another great pitching performance and lost 1-0. they might as well be dead. they play again this afternoon. i'll be busy watching college football.

thankfully, the Yankees were done by the time The Knick came on last night. another great episode. i'm really enjoying the slow reveal of the deeper aspects of the characters. can't wait for the next one.

not much happened at the grocery store yesterday. though, there was one blonde in a Nirvana t-shirt that won't be leaving my mind anytime soon. i love a beautiful woman with interesting tattoos.

i did do some poetry work last night. came up with 30 unpublished poems to send out. i believe i have the places where i want to send them to, but i need to do the fine detail work to make sure i'm not sending rejected poems back to the place that rejected them. i'll find some time this afternoon between college football and cleaning toilets to get that done.

Ohio State doesn't play until tonight, so most of my afternoon will be bouncing between college football games and probably some soccer.

tonight, the new episode of ROH should be really good. other than that, if i am still awake, i imagine i'll be watching some football from the west coast.

found some FREE music on NoiseTrade this morning. just more proof that i'm a sucker for hipster music out of Brooklyn. i'll provide the link below.

off to go get the mail and food for the animals out here. this should be fun, lifting 40 lbs. of food while my back is barking. good times.

that's all for me today. hope everyone has a great weekend. thanks for allowing me to waste a few minutes of your precious time.

be well. be creative. be cool. be quick to send me CASH, panties, hate mail, love letters, broken promises and dirty pennies from heaven.

peace and chicken grease my enemies...


Lucius - Lucius Get Noisey

"I'm in competition with myself and I'm losing." - Roger Waters

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