chris on October 01 2013
An album of BS b-sides and remixes. Chrissy Likey. It's making the task of filling out timesheets at work a little better. I'm not sure if you've ever had to fill out timesheets, but if you have, you know I'm hanging in by a thread over here. I'm dangerously close to throwing myself out the 5th story window. If you hear a crash while walking on E 4th st, thanks for breaking my fall.
Alex on September 26 2013
Today I write this post with great joy and a sense of life completion. Whilst walking my dog last night an older black gentleman came up to me and proclaimed "I LIKE HIM" referring to my blue pit bull. Obviously I responded with "I like HER too" I told him she's friendly and to say hi to her. We chatted for a bit about pit bulls and parted ways. We take about 5 paces in opposite directions before he finally says it. He turns around and says "I like her a lot.. my man!" I almost fell to my knees in joy. It was the most quintessential Denzel Washington "my man" I've ever heard. I wanted to yell so the world knew "I'M HIS MAN!" For years I've wanted an older black man to call me "my man!" and that day has finally come. My tombstone will now read "Alex Mejias - music blogger, jiu jitsu junkie, and my man!"
chris on September 25 2013
The brain is a curious thing. One day you don't have the willpower to even drag yourself along through the mud like a slug, and the next day you feel halfway ok about your futile existence on this meaningless rock hurtling though infinity into this never ending pitch dark void of a universe. You know what I mean? winky face.
chris on September 24 2013
Comin atcha with another hot Hayden James jam. Why is it that I can never hear Australian or English accents in music. As soon as people sing, they all sound the same. I typed the most racist thing ever and then deleted it and replaced it with this sentence.