Home. Tired. Just got off my last of a block of nightshifts. Don’t have to do one for at least two weeks. I put MuchMusic on for white noise but it grabs my attention anyway. The videos permeate through well in this sleep deprived vegetative state. There’s one on right now with the chorus, “I remember the time you left for Santa Monica”. I like Local H’s, “No More California Songs” better. The Black Rebel Motorcycle Club has a new album out. So excited when I saw this cause their 2003 album,” Take Them On, On Your Own.” is one of my all-time favorites. I was disappointed with the new one though. They mellowed out and found Jesus or something. It’s ok I suppose but it’s stock emo rock just like hundreds of other indie bands do. Not raw, dark and bluesy anymore. The new, New Pornographers album is kind of a let down too.

I like in Grand Theft Auto San Andreas how you can set and play your own music. I’ve got twenty new rap albums that play on random. My neighbors probably aren’t as happy with that as I am cause I’ve been coming home at 7am after my nightshifts and blasting gangster rap and GTA sounds.  I like the fact that you have to play a black character even if he is a bit of a negative stereotype. I gave my guy a pink Mohawk to accentuate his red tinted shades. He struts around without a shirt because I’ve tattooed him as much as possible and maxed out his muscles at the gym. He’s wears his gangster green colors with track pants and green low tops. And he’s got a big ass Los Santos chain too. He’s the shit.

Ahhh I want to sleep but this little hot box apartment is unbearable. I haven’t been sleeping so well in this heat. I should have invested in some of those high power industrial strength fans five years ago. It’s an unjustifiable expense at this point. I’ll be moving out in 2 months heading out to parts unknown, forced to sell a bunch of stuff at rock bottom prices. IF anyone wants to buy some Ancient Undergrad memorabilia let me know.