I had my first psychiatric appointment this morning.
I sat in a tiny room counting ceiling tiles and trying to maintain as deadpan a tone as possible.
Overall I suppose it was nice; it’s just a bit unnerving to officially be one of those people with “Issues”.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m totally at peace with having issues. I just don’t like them being documented is all.
Last night I missed my bus and spent my evening from about 9:00 PM to midnight walking home. I did a lot of wandering because I didn’t technically know where I was going, but in retrospect I know I walked at least fifty blocks, carrying my guitar and hosting my own private Green Day singalong the entire time.
Yeah, that’s right. What have YOU accomplished this week?
this makes me very sad for some reason.
I’m up at 5:00 AM, I just found a letter that I really should have burned a long time ago, read it, twice, and I have to clean my entire house tomorrow, or, um, later today.
My predictions for the day: I will pass out on the couch, and my mother will yell and/or throw shoes at me from the huge pile surrently sitting in the living room.
Oh… I am having SUCH a fantastic summer.
Why the hell am I still ending it thinking about you?
I was sitting here, minding my own business, when RYM’s homepage decided to smack me in the face by randomly bringing up the album page for Orange Juice’s You Can’t Hide Your Love Forever.
Thank you, Rate Your Music, that is JUST the sentence I needed to hear today…
I.H.N.A.B.T.B.
According to their website, it stands for “I Have Not had Any Breakfast Today, Bitch”
First and foremost, best acronym EVER.
Furthermore… They sound like the illegitimate offspring of Gogol Bordello and Pere Ubu, and they seem to be led by a screaming man in a business suit whose interests include interpretive dance and hiding behind chairs.
This band deserves to be famous.
