I have these two posts in draft form that I wrote a long time ago, at different times, and explain exactly how I’m feeling today. Too bad I’m stubborn and won’t publish them.
PS – My brother is definitely related to me. He emailed me this with “Subject: LMAO”. It made me LOL. :)
Lisa once told me that her favorite Beasties song is Brass Monkey. Of course she really enjoyed The Stones a bit more overall, but she loved dancing to the crazy cacaphony of that funky monkey.
The song shuffled onto my Touch this morning as I apropos-priately rode the F train this morning.
F is for Fook, ya know.
And now you know what song will be on repeat in my head tomorrow, the day we memorialize virtually and in the flesh our favorite rocker bitch.
It’s Hok AND D-Trix (Dominic)~~~!!!~111~!!!“ FTW!~!!~`1@@#3#211@1@
[Insert a video here... all the videos have a commercial cutting into my favorite performance. Fuck you, MTV.]
Not trying to spoil it, but none of you watch anyway. Quest Crew are ABDC season 3‘s champions!
Some days I let life surprise me with how it unfolds and some days I take the bull by the fucking balls and steer it to my corner of the field.
I’m not sure yet which type of day today is, but there’s Roadhouse chili at the soup place and there are questions burning a hole in my mind for the past few months that want to come out of my mouth.
In 2008 I got divorced, sold my house, moved to a different state, and got a different job in said different state.
Turbo Tax online does a pretty decent job with the divorce, different state, and different job, but doesn’t seem to understand that I am not the sole party responsible for the sale of my house and therefore should not be the only one to have to pay in for the money profited from the house. And that’s *after* I upgraded to the “help me out, please” service.
Note to self: Never own a house again. Or only when you’re going to be rich enough to have people handle all of the bullshit associated with owning it.
This is how I remember you.
