Damn Spammers and Debauchery Day

People that are rocking my face off today:

1. Zach Braff (once again…)
2. Jason Mraz (because he almost yodels)
3. Chuck Palahniuk (I have been at work all day and all I can think about is “Lullaby”)
4. The drug rep (possibly the ONLY one that I don’t want to choke) who brought me lots of goodies this morning.
5. Mrs. P (for getting me a veggie burrito)


I had to change my blog settings to not allow anonymous comments because some bastard spam comments were starting to invade my shit. That pisses me off. Damn Spammers. Heh.

Also (and I am not sure how I forgot to mention this), as Spliff and I set out to begin Debauchery Day (we have renamed Sunday) at our little brunch spot, a very strange thing happened. About eight years ago, I went on a field trip in one of my “art” classes. My teacher, a very anti-Jane Fonda, pro push-up sort of gentleman, brought his eleven year-old , very punk rock daughter. Her hair was spikey. Tory and I loved her. We wanted to keep her. So…when we returned back to school, we asked him if we could ditch the rest of the day and take her with us. Naturally, he looked at us, one of us too stoned to speak properly, the other chewing up some speed as she spoke, and said, “I know nothing. Get out.” Anyway, we kidnapped an eleven year old. And now she is working at our brunch spot. And now she isn’t eleven. Now she is nineteen. And she remembered me. We hung out all day. It was a trip. She called me “fucking rad”. I would hope I am “fucking rad”, after all, I’d saved her from enduring her father’s class for the rest of the day and she stole one of my cloves. So, this is how “The Day of the Tiger” began.

Stuck-in-my-head Song of the Day: "Curbside Prophet" - Jason Mraaaaaz