henry rollins, patron saint of pure spite (among other things.) check out my weekly quote to understand why i love this man. he's also extremely intelligent and funny as hell. i talked my boss into letting me have this saturday off. only a 50 hour week, it's like a vacation? and on this vacation i plan on sitting around the house in PJs. maybe i'll cook a real meal, brush the cats and wash the stinky dogs. anything but thinking about this "global auditing methadology system." blech!!!
shout out to past and present SBC: your blogs suck. except craig's, only because my mom commented on it. we need to plan a reunion night out soon. i need to touch chris' ear....
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ok, one more time, you don't get SBC reunions just because you ask for one. You can submit a formal request, and the current membership will review it and after debating the issue release a proclamation on the matter. oh, and my ear's been surgically removed. I burned it in a fire. So now no one can touch it ever again.
Henry Rollins is to Stacy as Mr. Green Jeans is to Liz Phair.
Look it up, it's dirty.
Anyway, if you want to know
about Liz's childhood sex fantasies (Mr. Greenjeans, apparently) then
pick up Rolling Stone, and if you want unhyped rockin' good music
...and if we do? What? Are you threatening me with good music? I'm afraid I'm allergic. If you mention Wilco or Yo La Tengo, I'm bound to get very itchy...
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