Screaming

Yea so what if I've heard of this band for years and didn't take the time to listen to them until today. I thought their name sounded to much like My Bloody Valentine, which sounds too much like Bullet For My Valentine, which is a stupid name and horrible band. That being said this song and video rule. What pushed me over the edge with this song though was a pretty ill session in the Black Cab. Unfortunately they won't allow me to embed it so just follow this portal to some techno folky goodness.

Dear Life,

I just spent a solid drunk half hour going through old photos of you with you the most adorable little Philadelphian grade schoolers a photographic lens could possibly capture. You are currently sitting around your mother's basement doing fuck-all, more then likely complaining about what life has offered you. Grow the fuck up and get back into the world and make a god damned difference.

Love,

Your future, soon to be sober, disappointed self,
Tyler

High Hopes

Try not to shake your booty.

Get Fresh

Mind Playing Tricks on Me

Often times during the day, I have paranoid Truman Show-like moments where I think I'm a character in a television show that every human in the world watches. What's worse is that every other human in the world also has mental telepathy, and can read my every deep, dark, and dirty thought as they manifest themselves in my brain. Fortunately for me they can only read my mind while I am in their presence, but still, not ideal when the usual thoughts going through my head are either boob, or zombie killing related. Oftentimes both at the same time.
When these revelations occur during a conversation or in groups of people, I try to throw them off track by thinking of absurd, comical situations, or attempt communication, in an effort to elicit some kind of indication that they have been listening to my thoughts the whole time. So far communication between minds have only been one-way, and the only indications of mind eavesdropping by outside parties are more then likely coincidental.
While I am too educated to actually think that the world revolves around a television program completely based on my life and daily doings, I would greatly appreciate it if at some point in the near future anyone tuning into my mental frequency would at least give me a subtle telepathic reminder that I've been staring at their chest for far too long, or that the guy making weird noises across the room is in fact not a zombie to be killed with whatever impromptu melee weapon I can get my hands on.

Diversity fact of the day:

Powder cocaine (largely consumed by wealthier citizens) and crack cocaine (largely consumed by lower class citizens) contain roughly the same amount of cocaine per gram. If convicted of possession, it takes 5 grams of crack cocaine to receive a minimum five year sentence, whereas it takes 500 grams of powder cocaine to get the same sentence.

The more you know.

I did.

Baby Talk

Why does this look and sound exactly like the national discourse of this same subject?