Good morning folks. I am getting a late start on this today. I wrote my first music review today after listening to the album reccomended by my good and pretty friend Will Bustin. We had procrastinated enough in starting this music review thing and I feel very happy that it is finally started. I don't remember if I have given you all the address yet. But I will give it to you and you can add it to your blog rolls. Title it Trevor and Will's music review or something. Oh yes. The URL. www.fucksound.blogspot.com Our Next review is going to be on !T.O.O.H.! It is going to work like this. Will picks an album and we both listen to it and review it. Then I pick an album and we review it. Since Will and I have very different tastes in music, it will promote diversity in opinion. It willl also make me listen to music far far outside of my niche. Who knows. It may open my mind to a world of music I currently don't get nor understand. Because Will has some of the most eclectic taste in music I know. Though I do miss him being a metal head. But at least it hasn't affected his ability as a drummer.
He is incredible. I got the hand jobs to prove it. My neck was feeling better yesterday. But fuck me. As the night went on it got worse. I think it is just because I sleep on my stomach and when you do that you have to turn your head to one side causing stress on my neck muscles. So sleep got worse as the night wore on. I woke up bitchy. then I remembered that I had downloaded the new Behold... The Arctopus last night. It was leaked over a month before release. So I was listening and had a wet dream. Only it was a wet daydream because I was awake and still currently haven't been able to shake the boner at their brilliance. My Grandma is also gone this morning. So I can avoid wearing headphones. So I can just blast it and still hear it when I am grabbing coffee. Smoking. Whatever strikes my fancy. Fuck. It is windy today. I normally wouldn't care. But I have to take a bus to work. Do you know how hard it is to smoke and try to avoid your hair blowing into the heater of your cigarette and into your mouth and your eyes. Guess I will have to wear a hat or tie my hair up.
Tomorrow I am going to a wine and cheese convention at the Marriot Courtyard. It is a catered event with unlimited food and expensive wine. I get to hang out with big Vincor and Wine Rack corporate fucks and act like I care about their opinions. Little do they know is that I am the asset to the company. I am at store level bring in the bread and butter for this business. I am quite sure I know a fuck of a lot more about it then they do. But I will act like they have given me great insight on how to do my job even though they have never done my job. They just read about it in books! That seems to be more important then experience it seems. People want degrees. Pieces of paper. Fuck experience. It doesn't mean anything anymore. BRB. I need a smoke. Guess what tonight is! The first fucking game of the season!! Toronto against Ottawa. I am sooo rediculously pumped. You have no idea. Hockey should be year round. Fuck these millionaire assholes getting half the year off. I am in the wrong business. Entertainment is where it is at. Plus in that business you get retire at like 42. Man that would be amazing. Anyways I am going to sign off of this for the day. I am tired of writing. This and the music review is enough for one day. I hope you all keep it lovely. Cheers!
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