where's my salt when I need it?

Tonight I experienced something new. That something new is Pepper Spray. My roommate and besty Betty thought it was a good idea to "test out" her pepper spray on our porch. This resulted in predictable waftage, followed by a coughing and vomiting attack complete with violet snot. Rapists? You had it coming. Nevertheless, as I sit here breathing in the embers of attempted assault, I still have found the time to both enjoy Man Man's takeaway show and google the word "pepper". Clearly. Now excuse me as I continue to vomit up our precautions.

spoilerz: diamond & beth are all things superior

Psst. Secret time. I actually do not have any taste in music. Besides listening to opera by myself or occasionally attending a local function to support my friends, my music knowledge is difficult to qualify.
To make my life a little bit easier, I let glamf do most of the work for me.
When I am in the mood to search for any new music, I also have a simple route. I scoot on over, using my handy browser bookmark tool, to Gangster Legs, a music blog written by the most trustworthy of hip twenty-somethings on the east coast. You want some hip hop? Have a swig of the new DOOM. Oh, you were in the mood for funk? Dig deep into this obscure 1970's trio. Bard's latest hype-machine? You got it.
These cats have free downloads almost daily!

What I'm saying is, it's the Baskin Robbin's of all flavors funky.
Don't believe me, enjoy one of the latest gems to be posted.

jump out of your jeans

I miss Bard.