Squiffing Ewper nimplets. Of course with a side of bacon.

Coffee is on the brew. Cigarette dangles from my lips. I am prepared for the waking world I think. I am listening to Visceral Bleeding. The album "Absorbing the Disarray" is incredible. Check it out folks. Their use of diminished chords is nerve scraping. By that I mean it is incredible. I have to do a fucking closing shift today. Is that bullshit or what? I haven't done one of those in months. But my boss told me that because I am her best seller that she wants me in sometimes at peak times. Which obviously is in the evening. So I politely asked her if I started sucking if I could have my old schedule back. To which she frowned playfully. But the one thing I will like about it is all the wine I will be able to sell. I outsell people when I work the shitty times. I imagine I am going to do quite well during peak hours. But my body shuts down after 6 lately unless I am partying hard or doing something crazy. Me and working at nights don't go hand in hand. I like my mornings. Plus I slept in this morning because I could and it is going to throw my sleeping schedule all out of fuck.

I mean whack. Whatever. Oh and not to mention I will miss part of the hockey game tonight. That may be what pisses me off the most. She starts putting me on some night shifts when the finals start. If she had waited just two more weeks I would be a less disgruntled worker. Evveryone lately wants to send me their tunes to listen too and tell me what they think. I guess they figure that since I have really picky technical tastes it would be a big compliment if I liked it. Though generally I just lie to them and say it is good. I like peace. I like to keep that with people I know. Though there are people I am quite bluntly honest with. Like Will Bustin for example. I told him right away I didn't like The Great Sabatini. But when he hears me say shit like that he knows I am telling him the truth when I tell him I like his solo shit. Which I do. But other people have to wonder if I am telling the truth. If I am not, they will never get it out of me. That must make a little something die on the inside. Honesty has its place. But so does leaving peoples comfort zones intact.

I do from time to time take great joy in bursting an ego bubble now and then. But generally lately I have found that to be pretty useless. Maybe because the older I get the more whiney people seem to be. I am not sure. Everyone has such a high opinion of themselves that they could never be accurate. I am pretty sure I suffer the same affliction. Because quite frankly I think I am pretty fucking awesome. If I ever find out otherwise I would probably cry to myself in a dark corner and cut my wrists with broken AFI C.D.'s. Well coffee is ready. I am ging to go snag a cup and smoke a cigarette. I will be back to continue where I was or just start somewhere else. I will have probably lost this specific train of thought and flow in the five to ten it will take me to come back. Maybe that is why I am dragging out leaving the keyboard alone. Maybe the keyboard molested me as a child. We have a secret past you could never know. I almost spelt "secret" as "cigarette". You can tell what is on my mind. I got to go smoke. BRB!! Cravings are now temporarily satiated.

I wonder if there is a craving that exists that would disappear after only satisfying it once. I can't think of one. Maybe something like skydiving? But that wouldn't really fall under the craving category. I hate when people spell "category" as "catagory". I don't know why. Maybe because it is a common spelling mistake I see. Darkrave is this Saturday. I am going to go this time. At leat I have the next day off. I always party on the last day of the week that I work. Then I usually use my day off as recovery time. But sometimes things come up and I stay in town the extra day and get up really fucking early to go to work. I did that this past week. I wanted to go to the punk show with Dave. I am glad I did. It was really fun and I got to hear the song "Crack Rock Steady" covered twice and I screamed along at the top of my lungs. It is a song about killing cops. It goes a little something like this. "Crack rock steady, are you ready to stop this rotten blue menace, let's go kill us some cops. Crack rock steady, are you ready, living above the law!" Awesome song.

You gotta love Choking Victim. I know I sure do. I keep pausing in writing this blog post because I really feel the need to rock out to the music pounding in my ears beside the monitor. Damn is it good. Incredibly distracting. it always happens to me when I play music while writing. Sometimes I intentionally don't listen to music while writing so I can focus. But I find I don't always need to focus. I can always just write about my inability to do so. Mark Todd told me that in Two weeks he would learn how to play "Totalitarian Hypnosis" by "Beneath the Massacre". He has less then a week left and I doubt he has. It is an incredibly fast song all over the neck of the guitar with crazy change-ups from finger tapping to sweep picking to alt picking to tremalo picking. 'Tis damn damn good. Well I think I am going to sign off on this note. I will talk to you all tomorrow I am sure. What is tomorrow? Thursday? I think so. Today is humpday. Well for most. I am not more then half done my week after today. I am exactly half way through my week after today due to working six days a week. But it can still be my hump day. Cheers everyone!