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Wednesday, March 23rd, 2005
7:15 am
this post sux
Work, well I do the job of a Children's Librarian, I get paid $10.40 an hour no sick or vacation time, I was refused the raise I was told I would get upon taking the extra work load. The new woman we hired is scared of children, and the other woman has major issues with me being in control. Right now, I have very little desire to do a good job...but I still do.

I am going to see Elvis Costello tonight and I have a major head cold. But fuck it! If I was bleeding out my ears I'd still go.

My husband is on a huge Ryan Adams kick right now. I will say that I really like the Heartbreaker album. I really really do. But not much else. And I have to hear it all the damn time. I'm losing my mind. But we all have our strange musical secrets. I'll spill mine cuz on one reads this anyway. I used to be a HUGE Skid Row fan. Back when I was young and watched MTV and listened to the radio. I don't listen anymore, but the shadow will always hang over me. So to get back to what I was saying, to punish my hubby for Ryan, I listen to Tori Amos, who he hates. (a lot of people hate her, i know) It's musical warfare. The worst part is, there are plenty of bands that we both really like. But when I get home and he's got Ryan on, I've got to do him one better. LOL It's a vicious cycle. Maybe I should be the one to break it and throw on some DEVO or Adverts...or Ex-ray Specks. I think I'm too bullheaded for that though.

Ummmmmmmmmmmmmm yeah. so, I'm done writing now. Gotta take some drugs.

Current Mood: aggravated
Monday, August 30th, 2004
1:43 pm
what sux?
So what really sux is this need to write when I have nothing to say, and no one is listening anyway. So, Yeah. I think sunsets are super keen, but all they are is glowing smog. Car exhaust and arousal fumes turned pink and orange and the color of rust in the light of the sun so don't breath too deeply...You'll get cancer and die. guess you know that sux. I have to go to work…that sux most of all.

Current Mood: annoyed
Friday, August 27th, 2004
8:59 am
Spit me out
We started the night in an alley behind the Ken Club. (I hate that they are playing the Ken…)I smell piss, and the apartments buildings built in the early 50’s look as if they might fall in on us. The boys have their 40s and I, being the lush that I am, have a Snapple peach ice tea! I keep looking up into the window of an old apartment building to be sure the people I see moving around in there aren’t going to call the cops on us.
We hear Mannequin Piss playing (I don't really care for them live. Their record is okay though...) when they’re done we’ll go in.
At the risk of sounding nerdy, I have to say I’m giddy at the chance to see The Spits again! I’ve seen ‘em twice before. The first time I saw them twice in one night. The last time my hubby’s old band, The veXors played with em. So yeah. You could say I’m a fan. I know I’m so uncool for saying so…thank god I’m through bein cool!
So it gets quiet and the boys are done with their beers, I’m so ready to rock out that it takes all I got to keep from telling the guys to hurry the fuck up!! It had been a shitty week; a car crash…some crazy dude telling me about how nutzo he is over me…. I needed to let some aggression out

Inside, as always, the place is packed. Loud music is crowding the air. Kids with dyed hair dressed in ultra hip tight pants held up by white belts crowd the floor. If I wasn’t so ampped, I would be claustrophobic. The Spits are milling around, testing their equipment, and drinking. But they don’t take long to go on.
Tonight the Wood brothers are in their Regan masks! The drummer is in a statue of liberty mask, and … I hate to admit that I don’t remember what the NEW (wonder why they got rid of Joey…) keyboard player is wearing. Maybe he was the statue of liberty….?
Their sound? Think retarded Ramones, Devo, and a six-pack of beer in a rusty blender, very raw, and very fun. They start with Witch Hunt. And finally, I get to move! All the pent up stress exploding while I yell along, glad the music is loud and no one can hear my shitty voice. They have their smoke machine going, and are full of the energy I need to fuel my own.
Somewhere between I Hate Pussy and a new song called Wendy O, my tit falls out of the stupid pink shirt I’m wearing, it manages to stay mostly in my bra, though. I look down, and wonder who else saw and how long it’d been that way before pulling the shirt back over my exposed skin. About that same time, The Spits blow a speaker! The crowed persuades Erin, the bass player, to sing a few more songs after their time on stage is up. (he does this every show I’ve been to, yell out “one more!”, and he’ll convince his band mates to do just one more over and over again…just another reason we love The Spits!) I know I’m spoiled from the first night I saw them, once at the Che Café, then above Scolari's Office at a sort of house party. It was over two hours of bunny ears, dead cowboys and raw punk! Now half an hour seems like a rip off! Oh well, I’ll see em again next time! Maybe they’ll play more than once then. Then I’ll get to rock out with my tit out twice in one night!! I’d pay twice!
We hung out for a while after the show, bought a new CD 19 Million A.C. It’s got some cool versions of old songs. Let Us Play Your Party is way rad! Heh...rad. Beat My Head is my favorite new one! (If you haven’t seen the DVD then you should!) And I’ve always LOVED Shitty World and am stoked to have it on cd!
So yeah…it was very fun! I wish I lived in Seattle so I could see em more often…and be far away from the psycho boy stalking me!

Current Mood: bored
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