TOTAL LUNAR ECLIPSE / THURSDAYS ARE NOT THE NEW FRIDAYS.

My boss today told me that Thursdays are the new Fridays. No, you are wrong - shut yer mouth. Fridays will always be Fridays. Thursdays will always be Thursdays. End of story. When someone speaks of such blasphemy, it leads me to think that you accept at least one of the following: A) a pearl necklace, wife beater, jean skirt with black highheeled flipflop combo makes a hot outfit ; B) pets and/or babies will bring happiness to your life; C) "Why Men Marry Bitches" is the best book you've read this past year.

Tonight, I drank a tall can concealed in a brown paper bag on my subway ride home and everyone looked at me - or so my buzzed mind thought. Some old black dude apparently thought that I was sad or something. Cause he was staring at me with a silly frowny face trying to make me smile. I appeased him and laughed. Around 42 st stop, a guy with a full on boner stood right in front of me. The train was packed so he couldn't see me just staring at it, wondering why he has a boner.

All I want now is a full summer moon, 3 good friends, a comfy creepy graveyard and a few wet beers. That would make for the perfect Thursday evening.

And this is my playlist:
White Car in Germany - The Associates
Little Sisters of Beijing - These Are Powers
Let's Not Wrestle Mt. Heart Attack - Liars
Down In the Park - Gary Numan
The Living End (Peel sessions) - Jesus and Mary Chain
Throw It Away - Pink Reason
BONUS: Son of God - Hubris