Number one song on the country charts. Suits are courtesy of Jolly Green Giant vegetables.
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Saturday, November 6, 2010
THE SOUTH'S GONNA RISE AGAIN
More like the crimson tide is gonna ride again. Nothing like a Grindhouse movie on a Saturday Night.
TOP OF THE CHARTS
November 6, 1971, and Cher goes #1 on the charts. "Poppa would have shot if he knew what he'd done". So would I.
WHAT TURNS AN ALL AMERICAN BOY INTO
... one of these. Finally got the DVD ( and what's with DVD's going the way of the dinosaur? Son of a bitch anyway!)
Friday, November 5, 2010
CONFUSED
I have to run and not look back. Finally.
Do we all think the world revolves around us? Maybe when I was a kid I thought like that.
I just don't need shit anymore; plain and simple. I'm sad, angry - I didn't do anything wrong, but now I get the "wall" treatment. So now I'll do the "civil" treatment.
"How is your father?" Nope. "How is your mom?" Nope.
I'm fucking sick, confused, angry and near anxiety attack ( although it won't be as bad as the one I had yesterday. Sheesh!)
CHOKING - TARGETS
I finally got the movie. Man, that guy that just flips out and starts taking pot shots at people from the top of an oil storage tank ( is that what's called? ) Strange though: he doesn't do the typical raging psycho brain melting down maniac. He's just this real Leave It To Beaver kind of character, living in a Ozzy and Harriet type of house with his wife. He looks like a young Willem DeFoe.
Wait... just imagine a young Ozzy Nelson... no, that's not it.
But anyway, he just decides one day to up and kill his family, then climbs to the top of a refinery tank and starts taking pot shots at people on the expressway. Driving that white Mustang and always chewing on a Baby Ruth bar.
I'm confused.
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