Speaking of sleep, it was recently brought to my attention that I snore. This bothers me. Many times when I've had to share a hotel room with my dad, I've wanted to choke the shit out of him because he was rocking the house with his snoring--and now I'm doing it? My head has betrayed me.
Snore. What a scrange-looking word. SNORE. Sn- words are the best. Snake. Snipe. Snark. Snore. Snuff. Snout. Snapper. Good words all.
Get this--I'm actually looking forward to the Miss America pageant tonight. I hate pageants like poison, but I actually know Miss Connecticut, and she's a very cool chick. Heidi's hip enough to have told me at least twice that KISS's tune "Mainline" is about anal sex. How many beauty queens would know such a thing about an obscure song from KISS's second album? She has a pretty compelling story, too. I hope she wins like a motherfucker.
Oh, and check it out--the pageant is on CMT, and it's hosted by that A.C. Slater dude. Miss America's slippin', yo. At least it's not Screech, though.
My walls at work are boring. I wonder if I could get Neck Face to paint a mural for me.
So Van Halen is getting back together with David Lee Roth. Big whoop. I always take Roth's side over Hagar, but the truth is that I never gave two shits about Van Halen. I liked 1984 and a few other earlier songs, but in general I didn't care for them, and I blamed them for spawning all the terrible hair bands that followed them. Anyway, I bet this tour is gonna totally blow. I heard Eddie was drunk onstage throughout their last tour, and Roth--well, have you SEEN him lately?!? Gah.
So yeah. I'm not in much of a mood to start working this week. Obvious much?