Extra tax money is here. Guess who drank Jack and Coke last night?
Guess who spent 200 bucks at Target, H&M, and the thrift store this morning?
I have been on a bit of a workout schedule/routine these past few months. Been gettin' a little "swoll" a few days a week and have been firing out 250 sit-ups and walking around the airport on the other days. You should always hurt the day after a workout. It means you've torn muscle tissue, and your muscles will be stronger when they rebuild. Pain is good. GOOD!
As you all know, my taste in, and vast scope of knowledge in, music is far better than yours. This being known and reiterated, I'd like to tell you all about an album you need to go out and buy.
It's Portishead's "Third" release.
Imagine a James Bond film directed by Tim Burton, which dealt with Commander Bond's heroin addiction and deep depression. Portishead would be the soundtrack. Listen to Portishead. You won't regret it.
There are 18 snot-filled Kleenex on my bedroom floor.-BK
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