I've been having a bitch of a time getting out of bed in the morning of late. Which is weird, since I've been going to bed extra early these days. Bah. Also: humbug.
Worry not, dear reader: these lamentations of boredom will no doubt soon be replaced by complaining about being tired/hungover/still drunk/dead.
Ryan Adams' "Rock N Roll" is kinda growing on me. I mean, it's still too Bryan Adams for my liking (see what I did there?), but there's some songs and bits of others that are pretty sweet. It's frustrating being an R.A. fan because, ever since the almost-perfect "Heartbreaker", we've been getting nothing but hints and teases of the man's talents. However, these are usually obscured by overt homages to his influences and total throwaways. I mean, c'mon dude: you're better than that. (Thing is, I just know I'm gonna pick up "Love Is Hell Vol. 2". 'cuz I'm a chump, yo.)
Uhm. More shinny hockey in the offing tonight (this time with actual sharp skates! Yay!), this time with my cuh-cuh-cuh-razay friend Josh, who, when I invited him to the party this weekend, asked if he could "bring his moustasche." Of course, anyone ballsy enough to sport a 'tasche can throw down at any party of mine any day. Then it's Stella time!
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