Outgunned by Rancid. This was on the acoustic disc of Let The Dominoes Fall, but this is a “plugged” version released as a bonus track in Japan. At 1:36, try to figure out what Tim Armstrong is saying. God, I love that mumbly weirdo and want to have sex with his face.
Maybe Memories by The Used. Sometimes when I’m whiny I think about how this is one of my favorite songs, and Bert McCracken wrote it when he was 18, homeless, and detoxing. And by whiny I mean that sometimes I’m like, “I can’t work on my writing! It’s too early/late/warm/cold.” Then I listen to Maybe Memories and think, “Are you puking blood? No? Then get back to work.” (While he was not homeless at the actual time of his writing the song, he was not in a good living situation, he had been homeless just prior to it, and he was likely to be homeless again in the future, based on what I have read.)
In a bathroom at the college where I teach. I just feel bad for those students who self-medicate their anxiety disorders with marijuana, as they have enough problems without a severed hand lecturing them.
LMFAO WHAT THE HELL, DO THEY THINK THAT COLLEGE STUDENTS ARE 5 YEARS OLD?
One I saw on another floor had step-by-step instructions on how to wash your hands.
In a bathroom at the college where I teach. I just feel bad for those students who self-medicate their anxiety disorders with marijuana, as they have enough problems without a severed hand lecturing them.
I didn’t do this, but my students all think I did. I love my students. And I much prefer the creative spelling of “punx not dead” over the missing apostrophe in “punks not dead”.
| — | Rancid, Arrested in Shanghai. Best lyrics ever about political awareness and/or a massive head injury. |
Today I took my dog Abby to the vet to have a small rash looked at, and she had a seizure in the waiting room. They’ll have test results tomorrow, but it seems like she’s okay, and she’s got some Cortizone and antibiotics for the rash. Now she’s all worn out and lounging on her couch. I love Abby because she keeps me company, protects me, and doesn’t talk.
I think I’m going to Photoshop out the word “fag”, put in something else, and give this to my English 101 students next semester.
Today’s To Do list. It says DL, 3:30, stranded, cookies, check. DL is my distance learning class. I haven’t checked in on their message board in two days. 3:30 my dog is going to the vet because she won’t stop biting her own ass. Stranded is a Rancid song I want to think about. Cookies are for a poetry club reading tomorrow. I need a check for the copay for my doctor’s appointment tomorrow afternoon.
