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My super generous/crazy bro-in-law bought me a $90 bottle of wine on xmas eve. I told him WTF? I'm never gonna open it up to enjoy it. So I told him that if it ever is opened, it will be between the both of us, at the commencement of some kind of uberimportant thing that happens within our lives. [/ghey way]
 
Also, now I have all these Visa/Amazon giftcards but with nothing to spend it on. Ive spent tons of loot in the past few months on everything that I discovered/wanted and now I guess I'll just ait for the next shit that comes along on my platter. There is this one band that just caught my attention this morning though so we'll see.

Not enough fucking time in the day for music.
 
Oh yea, and the loot in my paypal acct that is rotting away, and the 1.5k I won this weekend on FFB. WTF am I gonna do with this shit?! I guess I need a new pair of jeans. Maybe some rad band hoodie if I could ever find one to my liking. Eh, straight to the savings I suppose.

I'm just thinking aloud here on my RC platform.
 
I was listening to the entire first 5 Black Sabbath albums today on my way to and from my mother's/stepfather's house in New Bedford and just marveling in them. I mean, that is the fucking bar right there. It's the stepping stone to everything we listen to nowadays and sounds just as fresh today as I'm sure it did back then. I cannot even begin to imagine what it was like to be alive back then 42 years ago and getting back from the music shop with your fresh new vinyl of Master of Reality, opening that shit up, smelling the inserts, dropping the needle, and having your face completely melted off. The group dynamic of them at that time was just magical. Perfection.
 
Just got word that my brother, his wife, and his stepson spun out on an icy highway coming home from visiting her grandmother. They crashed into a concrete barrier. They're all ok, but the car is a loss.
 
I was listening to the entire first 5 Black Sabbath albums today on my way to and from my mother's/stepfather's house in New Bedford and just marveling in them. I mean, that is the fucking bar right there. It's the stepping stone to everything we listen to nowadays and sounds just as fresh today as I'm sure it did back then. I cannot even begin to imagine what it was like to be alive back then 42 years ago and getting back from the music shop with your fresh new vinyl of Master of Reality, opening that shit up, smelling the inserts, dropping the needle, and having your face completely melted off. The group dynamic of them at that time was just magical. Perfection.

What's weird is I recently damn near everything off these albums (also most of Sabotage) onto my playlist in the car and was thinking damn near the same thing. They have songs that are just unfuckingbelievable
 
I had a dream last night that I was being held hostage in a giant hotel by some whacko.

The entire time I was thinking "if only I had a gun, I could be the good guy and kill this bad guy."

Later, he decided that his demands were met and I was free to go. You lose, NRA dream-logic!
 
I was on last.fm looking at upcoming concerts. Saw that Neurosis and Atlas Moth were playing TODAY. I'm sick and have the shits. I have no idea what to do because I don't want to go to a public restroom every 30 minutes during a show. Then, I realize that last.fm says 30 Dec is today. What the hell is going on?

Hopefully I don't have the shits tomorrow. Shit is going to rule.