Here I go. Posting twice in one day. If I post one more time, I'll have posted THRICE! HA HA! GET IT?! THRICE?!?! Ok.

I just returned from Steve Finkler's place. He, Tom, Rizzi and I drove out to Rolling Stones (the record store) and I spent over 90 bucks on music. The following purchases were made:

Coldplay - In My Place (import single / two b-sides)
Coldplay - The Scientist (import single / two b-sides)
Coldplay - Clocks (import single / one b-side)
Foo Fighters - Times Like These (Japenese import single / five b-sides)
Foo Fighters - Times Like These (import single / two b-sides)
Foo Fighters - All My Life (import single / two b-sides and the All My Life video)
Sum 41 - All Killer No Filler (I got their newest one a little while back and I liked it, so I decided to get this)
The Flaming Lips - Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots (a purchase also made by Steve Finkler, so it must be good... right?)

I suppose I really shouldn't be spending 90 dollars on all this stuff, but I just got my tax return. So suck my dick.

It seems like a lot of shit is going on these days. Obviously I'm always busy at work, but there's so much other craziness. Tom's leaving, I'm going to see the Hawks tomorrow night with Sarah M and her friend Mike, I'm writing and recording an album, about a million bands are recording / releasing new CDs, Bill and Chris are going into the god damned military, and... who knows what else. Life isn't too bad these days though. I complain a lot, but it could be a lot worse. Music makes me happy.

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Since Bill is an idiot and wanted me to start up a weblog journal thingie, and since livejournal is homoerotic, here I am following in his footsteps. This blogger crap seems pretty simple, which (it just took me 6 tries, literally, to type that word correctly)... fuck. Now I forgot what I was even going to say. Oh yeah, so this is pretty simple and that's important because I have no brain.

Last night was kind of like a going away party thing for Tom Else. He's leaving on Sunday for Boston. He's going to live up there for 3 months to take care of his grandmother and he'll probably die of boredom. Hopefully the weekend of Zwan shows that he's coming back for at the end of March will help, but we'll see. Anyway... the party was at his place, as usual, and it was fun times. Tom and I challenged Steve Finkler and Adam "Rizzi" Bolur to a game of Virtua Tennis, since those assholes never lose. Once again, they didn't lose. Tom and I fought hard, but lost 6-4. Then Danny O'C showed up and we went to get a bottle of rum and some coke and some Maconudos (cigars bitches). We went back to Tom's and proceeded to finish the entire bottle between the two of us. We were trashed. Everyone left and Dan and I sat in Tom's kitchen til like 3 AM talking (Dan did most of the talking) about football. It was fantastic.

Now I'm sitting in my boxers in my room with the door locked and music on extremely loud because my crazy aunt and uncle are here and I don't really want to talk to them. But now I'm hungry so I might have to venture out for a bite to eat. Tonight will be one last meal at Portillo's with Tom. It's definitely going to be weird without that guy around. He's kind of the glue that holds all us crazy assholes together. I don't think anyone would call or hang out with anyone if it weren't for Tom. Apparently the task has now been handed over to me thanks to Steve. We shall see what happens. I'm sure you'll hear all about it cuz I like to fucking babble on and on sometimes. Time for food. Bye bye kids.