Today sucks. Lunch at Mai’s
Today sucks.
Lunch at Mai's downtown (which just got a complete face lift... they marbled the front) with Sam was good. I laughed a lot. We were talking about obscure British humor. Good shit. Anyway, I may be going to The Suspects show tonight despite my desire to go home and hide under the covers. It's the bands last show before they spilt up and I've heard they were good for an eight-piece ska and reggae band from Houston (not that there are many of those around). I picked up the new Houston Press, opened it to a random page like I always do (no front to back action here), and the first words that reached my eyes were:
"Ever see people so attractive they make you mad? You clinch your teeth, your neck tenses up, you get migraines from the sheer frustration, the sheer futility, of trying to chat up someone so gorgeous. All you can think is 'These people are just too goddamn pretty! How the hell can someone be so damn pretty and walk the earth among us simple folk? It makes no sense - those pretty muthafuckas!'"
First off, do people like that really exist? The ones this "journalist" is describing? If so, why are they not having sex with me? Seriously though... come on... clinched teeth? migraines? Maybe this guy needs to masturbate more often. Secondly, where did quality articles go in the Press? They print crap these days. It has dwindled down to a source for band schedules and occasional social event listings. They should print a separate paper with just that for guys like me... then keep the original press for people that want to read crap. But hey... that's just me.
Did I mention that today sucks?
Lunch at Mai's downtown (which just got a complete face lift... they marbled the front) with Sam was good. I laughed a lot. We were talking about obscure British humor. Good shit. Anyway, I may be going to The Suspects show tonight despite my desire to go home and hide under the covers. It's the bands last show before they spilt up and I've heard they were good for an eight-piece ska and reggae band from Houston (not that there are many of those around). I picked up the new Houston Press, opened it to a random page like I always do (no front to back action here), and the first words that reached my eyes were:
"Ever see people so attractive they make you mad? You clinch your teeth, your neck tenses up, you get migraines from the sheer frustration, the sheer futility, of trying to chat up someone so gorgeous. All you can think is 'These people are just too goddamn pretty! How the hell can someone be so damn pretty and walk the earth among us simple folk? It makes no sense - those pretty muthafuckas!'"
First off, do people like that really exist? The ones this "journalist" is describing? If so, why are they not having sex with me? Seriously though... come on... clinched teeth? migraines? Maybe this guy needs to masturbate more often. Secondly, where did quality articles go in the Press? They print crap these days. It has dwindled down to a source for band schedules and occasional social event listings. They should print a separate paper with just that for guys like me... then keep the original press for people that want to read crap. But hey... that's just me.
Did I mention that today sucks?
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