Well everyone, it’s 01/01/01. Bet you never thought it would be that cool to write a date, but it is. I’m easily entertained, can you tell?
Well, last night I went to my mom’s house. This year was the first time in a long time that I didn’t go to an actual party. Me, my sis and her hubby and a couple of our friends all drank and played games and ate lots of junk. We let my nephew stay up late…that was kind of a mistake, since he was really cranky. Then he found out one of our other friends wasn’t coming, and he cried. Nonetheless, a fairly fun time was had by all, everyone else got drunker than me, but I was the one with the headache this morning. Go figure.
Things that suck
-Papa Roach
-the Trojan condom commercials
-MTV, thinking they’re cool by re-broadcasting their lame-ass New Years eve show
-the runny stuff that comes out before the mustard, no matter how damn long you shake the bottle before you squeeze it. That really sucks because it makes stuff soggy.
-trying to pound a nail in the wall, only to crack it, cause it’s an old plaster-pour wall and you have to find the stud. Grrrr.
-people who buy shit that they don’t even need.
-Xzibit, cause he wears a shirt that says “Fuck Napster”. Fuck him. Last night he did a cover of Public Enemy’s ‘Fight The Power’. For what? So that the kids in the audience at that show can appreciate it? 80% of those kids were crapping in their diapers when PE did that shit.
Something else I need to get off my chest, add to this list of things that suck:
-people who call themselves emo, are into emo, or put up entire websites devoted to emo. emo is a just plain stupid ass name for shitty noisy stage drama, kids passing themselves off as the ‘new punk’ rockers.
WTF? Why can’t you just enjoy and play rock n’ roll and leave it at that? Do you have to feel like you need to separate yourself from it? God forbid you might have to share something with generations upon generations of other people, be part of something larger than your lame-ass, screaming, patchouli-wearing, “I hate everyone who isn’t vegan, I’m 18 and I have a garage band and we wear greg brady clothes and don’t know how to sing but look at OUR AMPS!” clique.
I listen to nearly everything, but because I ENJOY it, not because it is categorized somehow, or associated with some THING I either like it or I don’t and that’s THAT. I don’t know what the fuck it is, if I like it I will get the cd and I don’t care about anything beyond that. If it’s melodic or catchy, makes me move or stirs my soul or makes me want to sing, that’s all that matters.
gonna go get my laundry out of the dryer now, and go to bed.
g’nite
Other posts on this day:
- Oh! Guess what? I met the screamer tonight – 2005