...don't be a perv! I was going to say behind your two front teeth! Geez!
Well, speaking of that "little flap of skin" I think I rubbed it raw today. My mouth filled up with blood like it was fucking Jason Goes to Hell on my tongue. Seriously, a horror movie in my mouth, slice and dice!
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Friday, April 17, 2009
The Wurzels
Search engine's are so fun!
When I put in my last name (Wurzell) in youtube, this pops up:
AWESOME! Just one "L" off! If only we were related...
Look at this awesome picture of their awesome album:
When I put in my last name (Wurzell) in youtube, this pops up:
AWESOME! Just one "L" off! If only we were related...
Look at this awesome picture of their awesome album:
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Biking w/ faces I Dislike.
When I leave my apartment at a certain time (usually after 9am) in the mornings, I typically run into this other cyclist...whom I CANNOT STAND.
I have no reason to dislike him based on personal accounts. But I will tell you why I do dislike dueto my psychotic nature.
He rides this retarded mountain bike...we're in Oakland, not fuckin Big Bear Mountain. He also sports a stupid helmet, his helmet looks even more stupid on him because it's red and his bike is also red; I have an uncanny feeling this was on purpose...I may be making this up (maybe not), just to get more irked, but I think he also wears a dumb red windbreaker jacket.
His face looks like a tattletale's face.
The thing about his demeanor that DRIVES ME NUTS is he also passes me on his bike, like we're fucking racing to work. I mean REALLY?? I'm just taking a leisurely bike ride everyday to work, I'm not trying to win the Tour De France.
I dread coming out of my apartment because I'm scared I'll run into him.
I want to sock him in the balls.
I have no reason to dislike him based on personal accounts. But I will tell you why I do dislike dueto my psychotic nature.
He rides this retarded mountain bike...we're in Oakland, not fuckin Big Bear Mountain. He also sports a stupid helmet, his helmet looks even more stupid on him because it's red and his bike is also red; I have an uncanny feeling this was on purpose...I may be making this up (maybe not), just to get more irked, but I think he also wears a dumb red windbreaker jacket.
His face looks like a tattletale's face.
The thing about his demeanor that DRIVES ME NUTS is he also passes me on his bike, like we're fucking racing to work. I mean REALLY?? I'm just taking a leisurely bike ride everyday to work, I'm not trying to win the Tour De France.
I dread coming out of my apartment because I'm scared I'll run into him.
I want to sock him in the balls.
Monday, April 13, 2009
Tomorrow, April 14th:
It's finally released!!!
It is absolutely ravishing.
Every album keeps getting better and better. I'm astonished with the man's abilities.
It is absolutely ravishing.
Every album keeps getting better and better. I'm astonished with the man's abilities.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Warhol...Bad Surf Documentaries...Hitchcock
What a weekend. Saturday night went to a silent Alfred Hitchcock film. And Sunday ventured to the Warhol Exhibit. I've come to the conclusion Andy Warhol is a more artistic, and smart version of Perez Hilton. Yeah, I may swallow that statement one day but seriously, what a little shit that dude is.
Then, an unfortunate thing happened last night, I suggested going to a surf documentary about the 2007 season at Maverick. HORRIBLE documentary. I should've figured, the title was "Ride On" (imagine them saying that in a Sublime-fanesque voice...yes, it really was THAT bad). I didn't know a movie could be so terrible and I'm even more annoyed that it was $9 to watch a bunch of bro's drink beer, and talk about their "gnarly wipeouts" wearing netted trucker hats (so passe). I left a certain area for a reason...people like this being a big part of that reason.
Anyway, mellow, comfortable, and warm! Minus last nights unsuccessful trek to see a "different" movie than the norm was not so smart. Next time I'll stick with Will Ferrell's newest flick.
UPDATE: Search for the best Hot Chocolate in East Bay has expanded. I had an incredible hot chocolate yesterday at Coco-luxe Confections, I think they substituted a sprinkle of nutmeg on top with ginger. Totally delectable! The chocolate was just OK but the Hot Chocolate was like finger-licking Curly Sue style after she eats pizza...unless my memory's failed me, I think it was pizza.
Then, an unfortunate thing happened last night, I suggested going to a surf documentary about the 2007 season at Maverick. HORRIBLE documentary. I should've figured, the title was "Ride On" (imagine them saying that in a Sublime-fanesque voice...yes, it really was THAT bad). I didn't know a movie could be so terrible and I'm even more annoyed that it was $9 to watch a bunch of bro's drink beer, and talk about their "gnarly wipeouts" wearing netted trucker hats (so passe). I left a certain area for a reason...people like this being a big part of that reason.
Anyway, mellow, comfortable, and warm! Minus last nights unsuccessful trek to see a "different" movie than the norm was not so smart. Next time I'll stick with Will Ferrell's newest flick.
UPDATE: Search for the best Hot Chocolate in East Bay has expanded. I had an incredible hot chocolate yesterday at Coco-luxe Confections, I think they substituted a sprinkle of nutmeg on top with ginger. Totally delectable! The chocolate was just OK but the Hot Chocolate was like finger-licking Curly Sue style after she eats pizza...unless my memory's failed me, I think it was pizza.
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