A Blog About Nothing. I'm into music, vintage t-shirts, road rage, racism, sexism, favoritism, wheelchairs, the Burrito Ultimo, Lucille Bluth, Larry David, Sweet Dee, anything on 4AD, Smart Water, meat injectors, Mexicans, leather and nothing. I excel at nothing.

links in mind: Junk I Hate, Wheelchair Becky, Dear Old Love, Stereogum, and Miranda July.

Finish the Thought, Alan

I hate when assistant-people call and say, “Hi, I have [INSERT NAME HERE] returning.” Err… Returning what exactly? My Cosby sweater? My Bell Biv DeVoe CD? (Do they know how stupid they sound?) It’s like when someone says, “I’ll see you later tonight, Steve.” And Steve’s friend, Alan (they are gays), says, “Looking forward.” Um… Looking forward? Looking forward to WHAT? (WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?) Finish the thought, Alan. Are you staring straight ahead? (Probably not considering…) You’re looking forward TO IT. (“It” most likely being gay sex.)

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