Sunday, July 28, 2019

a jello shot to the soul...

i had a jello shot last night that was more Crown Royal than actually jello. i don't think i've had a jello shot since my 20's. something in me snapped after that, either the nostalgia of it all or just a shot of liquor and boom, i felt like i was out of my funk from yesterday. all it probably really means is i'm a fucking alcoholic that doesn't want to admit it quite yet. oh well.

the New York Yankees lost again yesterday at Boston, 9-5. the Yankees pitching is fucking atrocious at the moment. i'm hoping they will avoid a 4 game sweep tonight, but i'm not holding my breath.

Smackville was pretty good last night. i like when the WWE puts at least some of a house show on the network. i wish they would do it more often.

ROH was really good last night. the match between The Briscoes and Rush & Dragon Lee was fucking great.

NJPW was awesome last night. i could watch Okada vs. Kenta probably another million times and not get bored.

enjoy some music:

and now some of this and that:

on the DVR tonight will be Big Brother, City on a Hill, Euphoria and Last Week Tonight.

i will probably catch up on some more sleep this afternoon since the Yankees don't play until this evening. i'm sure all i'll need to do is put on a soccer game from Mexico and i'll be asleep in the first 10 minutes.

i'm not sure when i will be on here tomorrow. i know i have to take the car in for an oil change sometime this week. not sure when mom made that appointment. i know she said something last night that we need to look for something new. i can't imagine why, given that the Highlander has over 250,000 miles on it. at least if we do get something new, i'll have something in my name again.

i hope everyone had a great Saturday. hopefully, your Sunday will be even better.

until tomorrow kids...

al infierno con toda la sabidurĂ­a convencional

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:

Black Pumas - Fire
Cold War Kids - Can We Hang On? (Live)
Guided By Voices - Your Lights Are Out
Shrug - New Amsterdam

"What art is, in reality, is this missing link, not the links which exist. It's not what you see that is art; art is the gap." - Marcel Duchamp

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

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