Materialistic

One question:
What. The. Fuck? Isn’t it supposed to be summer? Whoever ordered this cloudy-overcasty type bullshit that has been going on outside is FIRED.

On a happier note (Pancho and) I have been obsessed with this song by 4th Avenue Jones lately. Catchy hiphoprock. I loves it!

News also worth mentioning: I bought my very first sewing machine last Saturday. Things I have learned from it so far: needles are pointy and they hurt; just because ones mother sewed their entire life does not give one automatic sewing capabilities, and shit takes mad patience, yo! The possibilities are endless though, and I love that. Already, my first skirt is starting to look wearable!

I got a call from my mom at 7:30 this morning offering a ticket to tonight's benefit concert with Steve Miller Band, Everclear and a few others whom I can’t remember because it was 7:30 in the morning. I asked her to offer it around to some other people, and if no one else would go with her, then I would. Don’t get me wrong, I like Steve Miller Band, its just that I HATE Everclear that much. Long story short: Pancho wanted to go, but not before my mom found someone else, so I promised him that I would sing Steve Miller Band songs to him while standing on our bed in my chonies in an attempt to make it up to him. So, I've got that planned for the night, which is way better than having to see Everclear.

It turns out that prescription pain killers are awesome, and Becks non alcoholic beer is disgusting, but when taken together a person can almost be fooled into believing they are participating in a bar-type situation without having to jump off the wagon. Or is this cheating?