Some thoughts...

In recent days tragedies have befallen the celebrity world. Paris "I can't help but photographing my tits and or vagina" Hilton had her cell phone hacked. That silly bitch. Now all of the phone numbers of her dumb ass celebrity friends have been leaked all over the internet. Serves them right for trusting an idiot with something so sacred, their privacy.
Also, the death of Hunter S. Thompson. Never read his books but saw the movies. Seemed like a cool guy. You know how I know? Because he wants his ashes shot out of a cannon. He's going out with a bang and I hope his family goes through with it. They probably won't though cause I'm sure there's some sort of health code violation or some shit that will stop them from doing something so cool.
I've been on soulseek lately, and decided to venture into one of the chat rooms because I thought there might be some intelligent conversations about music there. I was wrong. It's like everyone spends hours typing out lists of bands (most overrated, best ever, most emo...) and just pastes them into the chat room. Then you have some fucker that just says "fuck them" after anyone starts talking about a band. And them my favorite, the guy that says everyone is overrated. And as they ramble on about nothing, they kindly insert the links to their myspace pages. Hey you know when myspace stopped being cool? When 14 year old emo kids wearing eye liner and sweatbands took over.
Fin.

Women...and the little ways they are fucked up.

Yeah it's been said and overstated in blogs worldwide, But now im at my breaking point. Why you ask? Because via the ultimate tool for snubbery and tom foolery, a.k.a. a.i.m. I recieved a communique from a female. Now as men we realize that we will always be used in some way by the fairer sex. However, what they fail to realize in their infinite female wisdom is that I'm capable of having female friends who are completely plutonic, i.e. I don't wanna fuck you I really just want to be friends. Anyways, she could care to give me the time of day, and our conversations are mundane at best, but when she needs something, I am suddenly the most useful human being in history. Well I've had enough. NO I WILL NOT fix your computer. NO I WILL NOT write your term papers. NO I WILL NOT...who am I kidding? I'll do whatever you want.

Shit is just falling apart around here....

Ok I got no sleep last night, which is no big surprise things have been pretty uneventful around here, except when I was playing Tiger Woods 2005 and the game totally Freaked Out on me. My arms started flapping like noodles and rotating, then the club, then my character stood there for a bit and disappeared. Awesome. Check out some pics on Rexojunkies.com of some other uneventful stuff thats been going on.

Weekend Wrap Up....Valentine's Day Blown Way Out of Proportion

Ok so check Jame's blog for what happened this weekend. He wraps it up pretty well, however, I didn't think he got that wasted, I mean granted I passed out in my clothes and didn't wake up until about 2 in the afternoon, but it sounds like James was in bad shape. I knew things were going to get out of hand when we were ready for our "last beer" at like 1a.m. but didn't wind up leaving until 6.
Tomorrow is Valentines Day and it also marks my second Green Free Week. It also is another week that I start looking for a job. Hopefully, something will come through. Check out http://www.rexojunkies.com/rexojunkiesarticles1.htm to check out a special Valentines mix tape I put. It'll be up there until bandwidth runs out so go there quick. Burn it to a CD and give it to your special lady when you break up with her on the 15th. I was going to rant and rave about how ridiculous Valentines Day is, but fuck it, its been said and done. Besides I'm still getting over the whole tomorrow is Monday thing.
I think that's it for now, I'll be back tomorrow.

O'Conner Returns to Music, The World Yawns...

I want to at least aim my records at a more spiritualized market

But does anyone care Sinead? Sinead O'Conner just announced she intends to come out of retirement and start making music. But, will her return to reality rejunvinate her dead career? Probably not. There's nothing as sad as when an artist tries to make a comeback and no one really cares. The world, and your country are laughing at you.

Stella was a diver, and She's always down...

I don't know if its the beer or depression setting in, but shit is getting shitty around this shit hole. Either way, we know the world is coming to an end when Jose Canseco is blowing the whistle on none other than the President. Canseco admits to shooting up Big Mac and in later years George W. Bush. In chapter 9 of his book Canseco admits to visiting the Dahli Lama and filling him so full of 'roids that he shit his robe.
See the thing about his book is that he is so lacking of credibility that no one will believe the stuff that really is true. Like when he talks about how he squeezed a baggie full of his uncles piss in his ass cheeks to pass a "random test" while playing on the Oakland A's. We know that some of his stuff is true, but no one will really give a shit cause of all the bullshit. But the new release date of his book (Feb. 14) is no accident, because after all, St. Valentines day is all about squeezing as much piss and bullshit in your ass cheeks as a day can possibly hold.

I've Stepped Over the Metaphysical Line

Well my shcedule is all fucked up now. I stayed up until five in the morning yesterday, and now I'm just waking up after having gone to work today and it's 12:46. I'll probably write more some time later today, but for now I'll just wither away in my box that fights the daylight off. My nights have become an endless cycle of trying to figure out what to do between the Senifields.

Mondays...are they obsolete yet?

It's the 1248th monday of my life, and I wonder "why is this shit still around?" I mean really at this point you think us humans would have modified the calander somewhat as to possibly extend the weekend, or shorten the week, or anything in an attempt to get rid of Monday. See it's not that I hate mondays so much, it's that it takes skill and finesse to pull of a Sunday that is killer because you are always thinking about what a bummer tomorrow is going to be going back to work.

On a totally unrelated topic, I've read the new issue of Blender. Lots of good stuff in this issue, however I have a problem with Chloe Sevigny. She says she hates the beatles (which is fine by me) And Sgt' Peppers because they aren't Rock and Roll. Ok cool, but then you say you like the Annie Soundtrack and Brian Eno. Yeah Brain Eno, "Here Comes the Warm Jets" is a fucking rocking album.

super bowl

Watched the Super Bowl, got drunk at Smithwicks. What else can I say? Was anyone really suprised at who won. I know, living in New York I should hate Boston, but you know what I hate Philly that fucking much.