Monday, April 4, 2011

No sick days on the content farm

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Being sick is for gross poor people and already on the list, and yet here I am laying on the floor with sweaty chills for the third day in a row. Of course I haven't stopped going to the gym and smoking the whole time, and I've been swallowing so much Dayquil my farts smell like phenylephrine, so maybe I'm not going about the whole getting better thing the right way?

The point is, fuck thinking and writing anything today. Go read my thing in Alt Press today about how touring bands still have to have shitty jobs just like the rest of us  losers because we're all too cheap to pay for music anymore. Or this thing I did about coconut water, and how we're all gonna live forever and get drunk at the same time drinking this shit. 

On the plus side I watched like 30 episodes of The League and Better Off Ted on Netflix instant this weekend. Like a real person. 

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2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Ha ha. I remember the first time I kicked smack. Down some valium and take a shitload of hot showers.

said...

How long does that take anyway? My friend wants to know.

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