It's on. It's here. It's now. Music war. Guitar boy. Weird danco-shite [was that a sitar I heard?] across the hall? And the ever delightful me. Damn, I can still hear that solo. If only my remote had working batteries...
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Is he at least playing something good? Like, I dunno, the intro to 'Sweet Child of Mine' or 'Stairway to Heaven'?
Oh the pain! I always fight crap with [what I consider to be] non-crap. I have, however, frequently been told I have shit taste in music - so I guess it all works out. Kinda.
once one of my neighbors was blasting some techowoman music so i threw rocks at his apartment until he came outside and i told him to turn that shit down and he did
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Is he at least playing something good? Like, I dunno, the intro to 'Sweet Child of Mine' or 'Stairway to Heaven'?
NO.
I think it's something he made up. Correction. Makes up as he goes along.
Try pulling a few fuses out of the fuse box. :)
[OT: you blog. I'm doing it tonight because the most interesting part of the day hasn't happened yet.]
I'm at work. It's an ethical dilemma. I'd just keep getting interrupted. Oh and they'd probably sack me.
Oh the pain!
I always fight crap with [what I consider to be] non-crap. I have, however, frequently been told I have shit taste in music - so I guess it all works out. Kinda.
once one of my neighbors was blasting some techowoman music so i threw rocks at his apartment until he came outside and i told him to turn that shit down and he did
Hmmmmmmm I think I prefer my passive-aggressive b/s.
If I threw rocks at someone's window it'd probably break. I have such good luck.
'Remote,' eh? Is that what you kids call them these days?
hmmmmmmmm guess we're not in Kansas anymore.
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