120 minutes?

drunk as hell past 3 in the morning at my moms house (she is out of town, just minding the cats and drinking her scotch), was clued into the fact that 120 minutes exists on vh1 classic? i grew up on the golden days of mtv's version, and it was sooo good. i still to this day need to hear chapterhouse from time to time, or need to see a much younger, less molester morrissey gyrate on stage sporting a smiths shirt (somehow, such shameless promotion is forgiven. i think it's because morrissy is really a ghost.)
in the 15 minutes the aforementioned program has been on, the line-up has been mostly encouraging. i do miss the banal banter of dave kendall in comparison to the repeated ads for acne meds and penis enhancers.

i really think i will not be completely fulfilled on nostalgic levels, but it'll do for now.

luckily mom has a really nice stash of good, good herb here.

sleep soon.



p.s. sorry for the worst post ever. single malt scotch and high grade pot. and! this is (of course) not the 120 minutes of my youth. jesus, i'm fucking old.

i've been a terrible blogger.

here are the quick updates.



1. my store is getting shut down
2. i am looking (not actively) for a new job
3. lisa and i just got a (used) king sized bed. it's a bit daunting.
4. i don't have a farmers tan for the first time in many years.
5. i have decided against getting the new iphone (as much as i hate to admit it, jole and rowdy are right).
6. lisa thomas is the biggest retard i know (but i still love the shit out of her).
7. i have gained alot of weight, alot in my book. have not been riding enough and there is a race on sunday i am dreading. ugh.
8. i really, really want a new vespa
9. i still hate my job, drink too much, can't save a fucking dime, but am relatively happy.
10. i should go to bed now and not have another vodka tonic, but i'm fucking stupid.

more to come soon..... iswear.