Let me begin by introducing a series of observations that may entice, amaze, flatter and astound you: I do not like having a day job. There, I've said it. Last evening found me on the couch in a sort of stupefaction while I watched something named Kelly Osborne on Dancing with the Stars, twirl around and mangle the foxtrot. She most resembled a drunken horse looking for oats at nighttime, flopping and flailing with reckless abandon. It was at this point a tickle of depression washed ashore and let me bathe in it. The only thing that would cleanse my palate of this was a program of microwave burritos and beer which tasted even better than I just made it sound.
Life is a cloud of cottony goodness with varieties of fragrances and tastes. They all surround you and you give yourself over to them in little ways. Come on, think about it!!
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Friday, November 6, 2009
Alarm Bell Ringing: Friday is Here!
Good afternoon to you ladies and gents, it is your humblest of humble guitarist/singer-songwriters/nascent famous person/bloggers here again to regale you with the happenings of all things and such regarding one Taffy "Sunburst" McKittrick, aka yours truly, ie me. Can I inform you of the warm glow that spreads through my insides when Friday arrives? Like a warm saline bath shooting through every hole in my body, ending in a sort of fantastic, spritzing spray in a pool wherein that lady from the 50's dives off diving boards and swims to the music of someone in the 50s in her bathing suit. Yes, that kind of day! Utterly amazing and jaw-dropping.
Today I am in the clutches of my evil day-job, doing some anodyne but misery-inducing data-entry, listening to idiots talking about a sale at JC Pennys wherein a giant serving tray ("would be great for this upcoming turkey day!") can be purchased for a small amount of dollars. Need I remind you that this sort of rampant consumerism is a vile blight upon my american sensibility? If you want to give your money away give it to artists (ahem, hint hint, ahem) and musicians (cough, ahem) not to turkey trays. Get with the program people!
Today I am in the clutches of my evil day-job, doing some anodyne but misery-inducing data-entry, listening to idiots talking about a sale at JC Pennys wherein a giant serving tray ("would be great for this upcoming turkey day!") can be purchased for a small amount of dollars. Need I remind you that this sort of rampant consumerism is a vile blight upon my american sensibility? If you want to give your money away give it to artists (ahem, hint hint, ahem) and musicians (cough, ahem) not to turkey trays. Get with the program people!
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