
"Binge and Purge" - Clutch
"Exit Music For a Film" - Radiohead
"Prison Song" - System of a Down (No shame, it's good with whiskey)
"Cisco Kid" - Sublime
"Fujiyama Mama" - Wanda Jackson
"She Said" - The Cramps
"Ace of Spades" - Motorhead
"Superfreak" - Rick James
So is string cheese, free refills on Gibson Donuts' coffee, refund checks, bolo ties, and leather boots.
I go to the "French Riviera Spa" which has the least spa-like atmosphere to sweat out nineteen years of dormant belly fat every night, four times a week. d'Holbach's musings on the determinism of man kept me from leaving my square apartment last night however and made me drool face first on the depressing dark vortex of the free couch we acquired. I sprung for a vanilla latte for myself and a cinnamon concoction for the roommate last night, freeing my seven dollars in cash I've kept locked inside my wallet for a week just in case I decided to watch loud shitty music at the Hi-Tone one night. Our house smells like diapers a little, which can only mean the garbage trash has reared its ugly vile rotten head to remind us it's time for it to die. I found out that a living room the size of a minivan takes just two or three days of forgetfulness to descend into a claustrophobic shit pit. I guess it's really not that messy, it's just small and it's hard to step over notebooks and photo paper and plastic cups when there is a couch you have to dodge as well. Time for another biweekly mean clean. Since I am le bum roommate without a retail job, I will do it and help out my more active house sharer.
The playlist that I have created entitled "Dishwarshin' Music" is as followed:
"DJ Got Us Fallin' in Love" -Usher and Pitbull
"F**ck You" - Ceelo Green
"Drop it Like it's Hot" - Snoop Dogg and Pharell
"Lady Marmalade" - Don't make me type this out. You all know anyways.
"Teach Me How to Dougie" - Cali Swag District
"A Milli" - Lil Wayne
"Right Thurr" - Chingy
Nothin' like a little Top 40 from not-so-then and now to pump up those scrubbing muscles.



