Menstrual Tramps, Burn Fucker Burn
Had a fire pit last night, I assume probably the last one this fall. White Russians, dirty martinis and s’mores abounded. And Laurie Incognito and I fell off the wagon and picked up some smokes: Camel Crushes. It was a goddamn blast.
Goddamnit. Some days it seems like everybody you run into is being a fucking asshole. I need a White Russian.
Dead Kennedys, Moon over Marin
I was beginning a nice quiet bender with a few White Russians and found this: Obama backtracks on smog plan, bows to big business and I am depressed as all hell. The Republicans are dismantling the E.P.A., you know. The F.D.A. is next. The older I get, the more I see a corporatocracy that doesn’t give two shits about people or their health - just their money.
Another tanker’s hit the rocks
Abandoned to spill out its guts
The sand is laced with sticky glopsThere will always be a moon
Over Marin
Hey! It’s the Labor Day Weekend, y’all be careful out there! Have a White Russian on me, and remember: Nobody Fucks with the Jesus.
Jello Biafra & Mojo Nixon, Are You Drinkin’ With Me Jesus?
I want that painting!
The end of the week! I want a White Russian so bad I can taste it!
Got a text from Laurie Incognito at work. Apparently it is the worst day of her entire life. Cut to me at the KMart - General Mills chex cereals four for ten dollars? Some chex party mix will cheer her up! That, and a couple martinis. The oven is on and the shaker is iced.
