All right, this shit is not funny anymore.Seriously, just got home like, 5 seconds ago.
I am sober.
The shoes are in their rightful place, far, far away from the pad�s foliage.
But still � the stereo! I put in my lovely Nick Cave so the quiet scary brood-y-ness could lull me into motherfucking slumber like the peaceful soul I am.
The tuner flipped from CD to the radio and just started scanning �til it got to one of those god awful DMB ballads.
What do the spirits have against my Nick Cave? Certainly, he is of their brethren - certainly his beautiful voice was scraped from the same evil mortar.
Why did the gov�ment have to shut Miss Cleo down when I finally have such crucial questions keeping me up when I should be sleeping, like � now.
p.s. to the Nirvana lovin' hate mail folks who were kind enough to get in touch, I DO like Nirvana - just not 4 days straight non-stop, k?
p.p.s. I have no apologies for the DMB fans - bring it ON!