Saturday, January 10

Hey, I came home drunk and exhausted to an empty apartment at 3 in the morning. What do you expect? Chicken Soup for the Childishly Disaffected Soul?

So I was listening to Weird Tales again this morning. (Where by "morning" I mean "early afternoon".) You know, the 1998 Golden Smog album with the bat-suit girl on the cover?

What a great record.

with my friends I used to follow
nearly everybody's daughter
that's until you came along
in a bar room, patrons singing
but I just sat there drinking
that's until you came along

These are the kind of songs that really should be crowded barroom sing-alongs, but I suppose that's not altogether likely.