Well firstly, as of about an hour ago: O.D.B. = R.I.P.
Holy shit. Y�all know how I feel about the Wu-Tang. They�ve gotten me through some Times.
Secondly, re: the election? Fuck �the healing� people. There�s still a lot of shit to get through before we can begin the �discourse� to �earn the support� of the reasonable half of the nation. So fuck Bush and his �collateral,� or umm, �mandate?� Whatever.
Yeah. So that.
Anyway, on the bright side, if anything, it was lot of post-election fun dancing to Le Tigre last weekend with a crowd of boozers, fetishists, smokers, queers, hellions, freaks and even ladies lugging huge fucking designer hand-purse-bag-totes-umm-monstrosities yelling �YOU MAKE ME SICK!� watching pictures of Dubya getting brushed out by, like, Microsoft Paint� behind them during their DVD screen backdrop during �Seconds.�
So. That was okay, too.
And tomorrow, I get to finally. FINALLY. See The Pixies. Though I wish I was as excited as I was in February when I actually bought my tickets.
God, it�s really sad when I begin to lament a shitty month like February.
Anyway, if I see you at the show tomorrow, I promise not be so angry. Probably.