Bear-fuckers Unite Through Jesus!
This morning driving to work I had the urge for some nostalgia and I pulled out Janes' Addiction's Riual De Lo Habitual. Wow that is one great fucking record. As time goes on I think we all forget how good some of the music that we used to listen to really is. Of course I find that much of the music that I used to listen to was really bad, much like me ill-advised bout of Eight Grade "Britney Fox" fandom. They sang "Girlsschool"----you rember now don't you. Anyway the Janes' Addiction rhythm section is truly amazing. The bass drum has about the best damn sound ever for a bass drum. Stephen Perkins is fucking great. How do people completely strung out on Heroin make records like that?
I get to work and in the parking lot I have this realization---Nation Gaddy (my band) needs to change our name to "The Chosen Ones". We will perform at church picnics and tent revivals. We will play punk rock versions of spirituals. Just picture a song like "Go Tell It On The Mountain" done with a punk rock gallop beat and distorted guitars. People would love it. Jars Of Clay would take us on the road with them. If we are really good maybe we could open up for Creed. I will have to tell Brandon and Brian of my plans. I have finally found my calling. Praise Jesus. Praise Jesus!
I am now speaking in toungues and handling snakes. I've got the vespers.
I get into the office and immediately see this woman that I do not like very much and walk up to a friend of mine and say how turned on I was by Sherrie (this woman) when I saw her. She is about 55 and not very attractive. He looks at me and goes "Who? I say Sherrie and proceed to describe her. He has been in her presence and worked with her on various things numerous times. He still is not getting it. About 5 seconds later he realizes who she is. My joke has been dead for at least 10 seconds. This woman is pretty much one of our supervisors and he had no idea who I was speaking of. She is also the only Sherrie in the office. Some people are really stupid.
I look at my hotmail account and there is an email from the lady from Suncom saying that she saw my resume on Monster.com. This is the same woman I spoke with on 8/2. She also called me yeterday. I left her a message yesterday stating that we had already spoken, and who had refferred me. I reponded to her email and basically said we had already talked and I left you a message yesterday. Her email was generated on 8/6 (before my call yeterday) I still responded--just to be polite. My name must stick out just a little. This woman keeps contacting me but the lady doing the phone interview does not. This kind of sucks.
I got an email from a porn site this morning. One of the links said this: Young Twink With An Older Bear What the fuck doe that mean? What is a Twink? Is the girl really fucking a bear? How do you Fuck a Bear without getting mauled? Who has a fetish for women fucking bears? Bondage I understand, Body Part fetishes I understand, but how the fuck are you arroused by a bear? When these people see Smokey the Bear do they instantly find themselves aroused with an overwhelming need to go camping and "Comune" with nature. These are my thoughts. They are idiotic I know, but entertaining I hope.
This morning driving to work I had the urge for some nostalgia and I pulled out Janes' Addiction's Riual De Lo Habitual. Wow that is one great fucking record. As time goes on I think we all forget how good some of the music that we used to listen to really is. Of course I find that much of the music that I used to listen to was really bad, much like me ill-advised bout of Eight Grade "Britney Fox" fandom. They sang "Girlsschool"----you rember now don't you. Anyway the Janes' Addiction rhythm section is truly amazing. The bass drum has about the best damn sound ever for a bass drum. Stephen Perkins is fucking great. How do people completely strung out on Heroin make records like that?
I get to work and in the parking lot I have this realization---Nation Gaddy (my band) needs to change our name to "The Chosen Ones". We will perform at church picnics and tent revivals. We will play punk rock versions of spirituals. Just picture a song like "Go Tell It On The Mountain" done with a punk rock gallop beat and distorted guitars. People would love it. Jars Of Clay would take us on the road with them. If we are really good maybe we could open up for Creed. I will have to tell Brandon and Brian of my plans. I have finally found my calling. Praise Jesus. Praise Jesus!
I am now speaking in toungues and handling snakes. I've got the vespers.
I get into the office and immediately see this woman that I do not like very much and walk up to a friend of mine and say how turned on I was by Sherrie (this woman) when I saw her. She is about 55 and not very attractive. He looks at me and goes "Who? I say Sherrie and proceed to describe her. He has been in her presence and worked with her on various things numerous times. He still is not getting it. About 5 seconds later he realizes who she is. My joke has been dead for at least 10 seconds. This woman is pretty much one of our supervisors and he had no idea who I was speaking of. She is also the only Sherrie in the office. Some people are really stupid.
I look at my hotmail account and there is an email from the lady from Suncom saying that she saw my resume on Monster.com. This is the same woman I spoke with on 8/2. She also called me yeterday. I left her a message yesterday stating that we had already spoken, and who had refferred me. I reponded to her email and basically said we had already talked and I left you a message yesterday. Her email was generated on 8/6 (before my call yeterday) I still responded--just to be polite. My name must stick out just a little. This woman keeps contacting me but the lady doing the phone interview does not. This kind of sucks.
I got an email from a porn site this morning. One of the links said this: Young Twink With An Older Bear What the fuck doe that mean? What is a Twink? Is the girl really fucking a bear? How do you Fuck a Bear without getting mauled? Who has a fetish for women fucking bears? Bondage I understand, Body Part fetishes I understand, but how the fuck are you arroused by a bear? When these people see Smokey the Bear do they instantly find themselves aroused with an overwhelming need to go camping and "Comune" with nature. These are my thoughts. They are idiotic I know, but entertaining I hope.
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