So. . .I left the house today after work, not for a drink, not for music, not for dvd's, not for new books, not for a girl, not even for ice cream or fudge (I heart fudge). . .I left house for goddamn trail mix. . .
Let that sink in: trail mix.
I can't even say anything else, I am now going to go listen to Rusted Root and hang myself.
Today's soundtrack: secret machines- now here is nowhere; the stooges- fun house; sonic youth- sister; husker du- zen arcade; killing joke- s/t; brendan benson- lapalco; curtis mayfield- superfly ost; phish- that one where they sound like dirty hippies and dick around on their instruments and waste your time (kidding. . .I don't listen to Phish, they suck)
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awww... don't hang yourself. I've left the house for a mango before. Just one mango. I think that qualifies as just as weird. At least trail mix can be counted in the "salty munchies" category. Many a man has left his home for any number of snacks that fall under that ubiquitous category, no?
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