Fuck Warm Weather.

Seriously. Fuck it and the Daisy Duke wearing horse it rode in on. My cat hates it, I hate. Nobody likes it except for pretty girls, and only then so they can try and make uglier girls hate summer becasue they can't wear revealing clothes. Fuck Summer.

-I'm considering never using capital letters again so I can be more like Ryan Adams and his blog. I love that guy's music so much I want to make a woman out of it. Hell. He can watch if he wants. There, I said it.

-I'm curious about Kanye West's next CD. A CD full of of Autotune? I admire the dude's hubris/ability/illusion of ability.

-I am now dedicating my life to bringing the stage mannerisms of Craig Finn into everyday life. More on this as it develops. First thing is that sweeping hand motion he does when he say 'dude' during Sequestered in Memphis on Letterman.

-I am going to buy one of those hat's like Conor Oberst wore on Conan. I'm also going to get one of those freakish masks that Conan was wea...oh, you mean that's his real face? ZING! HEY MARGE I ZINGED ZOMBIE CONAN!

-After his upteenth awesome appearance on Letterman I am considering asking Brice Willis to adopt me. Also, why wasn't Jenny Lewis playing guitar when she was on this week?

According to rule 715 (Every girl's hotness is automatically doubled when they play a guitar) that's means that her rating went from a possible 180% out 100% to a smaller 90%.
Also, I'm deducting points for having her douchebag boyfriend there. Seriously, what a dick. That guy is more of a girl than me, and that's including the time my belly button turned into a vagina becasue I forgot to take my hormone pills.

Douchebag.

Still, if was offered a chance to have my way with Jenny but I had to go through him first I would consider it. Maybe. I guess I could close my eyes and imagine him being a more femenine version of Angelina Joile. HAHAHA, Seriously, I'm here all week.

Anyway, my headphones are trapping me so I'm going to write your name over the Savannahs. That's right. Yours! No, I was really kidding. I'm going to write Ryan Adams'


PS: I swear to god this is the last time I'm going to mention Jenny Lewis in a sexual manner on this blog. It's totally not cool- she's a very talented songwriter and it's not her fault I get randy when I drink (here that ladies? Suds me up!). Also, when she says 'Hey Boy' on Carpetbaggers it gives me a bit of a boner. There I said it. But then Evlis Costello starts singing and it's like 'Bro, you're totally killing the mood here."

But she really is talented. I'd kill to be able to write songs like she does.