I know a lot of people like to say that they love The Velvet Underground but they’re just a bunch of lying idiots because The Velvet Underground fucking sucks.
Ditto The New York Dolls, Lou Reed (save “Walk on the Wild Side”) Yo La Tengo, The Replacements, Animal Collective, Pavement, The Flaming Lips & Grizzly Bear.
I do however, dig The National.
Other than that, take thine ass home.
If you support TCU, any Big 10 school, UGA, Bama, Cincy, Texas, or are just not a fan of a-holes, you should root for the Noles today!
I got too drunk last night.
Champagne and I need to interact more, you know? It’s light stuff! I stayed the night at this girl who I’m dating? (the question mark there is meant to show that inflection thing people do) and while walking to the train (whistling, naturally) I took stock in what I’m thankful for. You know, like the cool kids.
Then it hit me. That particular moment, standing on the corner of Lincoln and Diversey at 9-whatever it was will never exist again. I’m thankful I get moments like that.
I’m thankful to be self-aware enough to know that while I currently have $12.00 to my name, that won’t always be the case.
I’m thankful of the fact that I don’t have to pick cotton all day.
I’m thankful that I have my fucking brothers. Frathouse all damn day.
I’m thankful of the women in my life from Ma Dukes on down.
I’m thankful for tweets like this: RT @phontigallo:Shout out to all my niggas married to white girls that gotta eat Thanksgiving at her parents house today.#blandasstatersalad
Dinner time.
Oh, and I’m thankful for you beautiful people. Every last one o’ya.