there's nothing like slayer to get your morning started right. i got up at 4 this morning and decided that south of heaven would be a suitable soundtrack to my morning routine. it was almost as good as "spirit of the radio," but that's more of a sunny summer morning song. south of heaven is great for a mucky autumn october morning like today.



last night i watched angela's ashes. i still don't understand where the title comes from. i should have read the book when it came out, but there's nothing more depressing than irish historic stuff. that is a seriously fucked up country. i think that the church is mostly to blame.



work work work. busy.