7.06.06

Category: dribblings

i’d like someone to cross stitch a nice old fashioned looking blah boring thing that instead of God Bless This House it says something like Home, Crap Home.

it all started with the ‘fridge, ‘member? all my shit melted.

then it was the plumbing. and that was only 5 days ago.

today? the AC.

that damn thing’s been threatening to break for a year now. so i guess i saw it coming. and i shouldn’t bitch at all because it’s already fixed so it’s not like i had to go a whole day without air like some kind of unwashed frontierswoman.

<singsong voice> “That’s all part of being a home owner, Jaimie!”
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shut up, you.

i’m thinking about selling my bass, amp, and pod. i don’t use them much anymore. but as soon as i do i know liz will call all, “hey, we need a bass player tomorrow.” and i’ll be all, “shit. i just sold my gear.” and she’d be all, “whatthehell’d you do that for?!” and i’d be all, “my goddam house is falling apart!” and she’d be all, “then give blood! stop eating! donate a kidney! but you NEVER sell your gear!”
“I KNOW!”
“THEN WHY DID YOU-”
“I DON’T KNOW!”

in other mundane money news:
my car tags expire this month.

so go ahead, July, keep pushing.
‘cos “I’m a mushroom-cloud-layin’ motherf*cker, motherf*cker! Every time my fingers touch brain I’m SUPERFLY T.N.T, I’m the GUNS OF THE NAVARONE.”

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