  Mars Volta Day 2 I've also been listening to Sonic Nurse yet again and Clutch's new one Blast Tyrant. So lets see, I've got some latin, noise, prog, roots, big rock sounds in my head with Getty Lee singing.
I hate FTP and I hate web servers and the technicians who you can only "email" when you need help. My boss is gonna love the news I give him when he gets back tomorrow. Now onto the lovely world of SQL. No press is good press? Yeah, even after Lisa's hard work, nothing showed up in any of the papers. Looks like the Rubber City Rebels stole our thunder yet again. Tarulli got back from Bonnaroo yesterday.
He's all tan and stuff and kinda sick. I hate hot practices with the Whips because I become the annoying one who wants to just blow through the set and talk shit about a song being flat just because I'm sweaty and want to go home. The music doesn't deserve that. Since my Gibson SG guitar has been gone I've been playing my old school broke down one pick up Fender Strat at Interfuse practice and borrowing Mike's Gibson every other practice. Once again if anyone sees my SG, please tell it to come home. I just found out it's gonna cost me like 50 bucks to fix the little nut on my little 100 dollar epiphone.
Luckily Mike Stangelo aka: Jake Coxx is cool enough to offer me his Tele without me even asking. He's a rad bro. I have a problem with attention, I'm having trouble maintaining it. Last night I was able to sleep in my bed. But only after taking two Tylenol PM's and two tall Jack & Sprites (I know I'm a sissy boy). Fell asleep on the couch watching the Pavement DVD and then woke up around 2:30 and went to my own bed in a dream/stupor. Luckily I think my mind was shutdown because the next thing I know I was waking up at 7:00am to the sound of Shellac.
I bet IBC Black Cherry would taste real good with Jack. I'm addicted to IBC's cherry and their cream soda right now so if anyone wants to send some my way, I'll love you for life. Actually, I think I'll love anyone for life right now, or at least make them think that for a night.
Then claim it was all a part of a past life in the morning. Since I kinda believe in it, here's the ones I've figured out: In a past life I think I was... a Civil War Soldier Fighting on the side of the South, Sailor in the South Pacific, Soldier in Vietnam Special Forces, black woman from the Bayou. What about you? Still no calls from Yoshimi P-wee or Naomi Watts. Day 27 
