The trashcan obsessional

i most certainly love the idea of working.  it’s been grinded into me since i was a sexton for a Presbyterian church at the age of 13.  My boss was an ex catholic priest (dubious i know, but completely harmless, at least i can block out) who did nothing but listen to NPR on Saturday afternoons, which, in my neck of the woods consists of latin reggae.  It sounded pretty rad whenever I took of my headphones that were filled with nothing but Lifetime, and Sunday Day (eh?).  But I digress.

I’ve been workin’ way too much and the devil sauce I’m bringin’ home has made the sweet sweet tunage I’ve been listenin’ to all too beautifully muddled.  I’ve love to go on about how insanely warped my Ainotamenishis s/t LP experience has been makin my toes inch at such a magnitude that would scare off the scabies thats been threatin the neighborhood, and how I’d love to scream from my porch front about how the new Wooden Shjips album has been my lead into regretably bad slumber due to the fact that it has been knockin my skull around since first spin, but I sure as shit can’t!  I’M LAMELY TIRED.  More to come soon i swear.