Friday, March 16, 2018

the day before drinking for the end of the world day...

i had a little writing session last night around 3 in the morning. i went to some pretty dark places while writing. i got 6 poems out of it and somewhere around 6 hours of sleep. i believe i will call that a catharsis. i typed those poems up this afternoon after i got home from the grocery store. the poems are really good. if i get a wild hair up my ass i will try to do some poetry submissions this weekend.

i went 13-3 in the tournament yesterday. of course, 2 of those losses were teams i had in the Sweet 16 and Final Four (fuck you Arizona). oh well.

Gotham was really fucking good last night.

Will & Grace was hilarious last night.

Atlanta proved once again last night why it is the best show on television.

Lip Sync Battle was crazy last night.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight, NJPW, Real Time with Bill Maher and High Maintenance.

the grocery store today was about managing my frustrations. they were out of plenty of the shit i wanted. so, it was about doing quick math in my head and deciding this was not the right time for a trip to jail.

i will be on here tomorrow after Manchester United plays in the FA Cup quarterfinals. if they lose tomorrow, i will be apoplectic.

i hope everyone has a great weekend. if you go out drinking tomorrow, don't get arrested. and do remember what the fuck green beer will do to you.

hasta que nos encontremos de nuevo mis amigos

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...

music:

Marshmello w/Leah Culver - Fly
Superorganism - Everybody Wants to Be Famous
Grouplove - Let Me In
Satchel - Suffering
Morgane & Chris Stapleton - You Are My Sunshine

"I've got all the money I'll ever need, if I die by four o'clock." - Henny Youngman

and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:

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