Life is Short

Whiskyfist, Audioguru, Human Stain!! What could be better? Seriously. I ask you.

My heart has detached itself from IBD´s Requiem For a Dream (soz guys) only to securely leech itself onto the newest number by Whiskyfist, Human Stain. Why, you ask? Well geezz... go check for yourself!! (dont make me do all the work for you)

AG´s totally awesome growl on that thing is something to die for. At least, I think. It´s all so perfect... deep words fail me. Maybe I´m just biased. But it´s not often that a song hits me so hard that I have to listen to it day and night or my brain will implode. Not to mention that the poster for the song is also equally wicked. 

Seriously - look:

(click it to see a bigger version)

And now.. without further ado (like I ever give further ado...)

WHISKYFIST´S HUMAN STAIN!!...........

HERE

And the link to their site in general

You can thank me later...

AG sorry if this doesnt come up to your expectations of good advertizing. But as I said before, deep words fail me. Human stain is already on my phone and it is now the main staple for my music diet on the 4 hours of bus I must endure every day. They say the best tool for selling something is being personally convinced of its goodness. And I am personally convinced. 532% maybe even 533%.

He´s done it again. Another song.. yes yes. And you´ve all been waiting for it, havent you? Dont you worry, if you dont see it here, you´ll see it shamelessly advertized on everyone else´s blogs, probably  under "anonymous" (because im far too much of a pussy to bother with all the ensuing hate mail, and too busy atempting to blow smoke rings to care - dont ask)

I really cannot belive I am letting my blogging slide like such. I am such a tool. I could excuse myself for the fact that I have no internet yet, but I seem to be able to keep up with everything else quite well... so the only explanation for my neglect is the fact that I am, in fact, a tool.

I'm sure, though, that youll forgive me (if there's even any of you left by now...) once i share this freakishly interesting nugget of information with you.

My flat almost burnt down. It was right out of the movies, I tell you. Picture this (preferably not TOO vividly...): half naked female groggily woken in the early hours of the morning by excited pounding on her front door, fumbles out of bed while wrapping towel around her for modesty's sake. She also happens to notice the lights outside her windows and guesses that the garbage men must have a problem with the disposal again. Cant figure out for the life of her why they'd be banging on her door of all people though.

She opens the door and is greeted by a man in a gas mask. He happens to be all she can see. The rest is entirely smoked out. So she scrambles to put clothes on and fights back panic, trying to remember exactly WHAT it was in LWG that she should remember in the instance of a fire. She is very lucky that she doesnt know that the fire is in fact right on the other side of the wall. She grabs her computer, (forgetting the cable, stupid girl) phone, keys, wallet, and jacket (clever enough, i suppose... nice of LWG to clarify that you should bring your valuables with you, also in the case that your house DOESNT burn down and ends up unlocked and unoccupied... and a perfect target for other catastrophies like horrid people stealing things). She was, of course, stupid enough to worry that the hours she spent straightening her hair would be ruined by the misty drizzle outside, and also was stupid enough to ask, "should I go out the door or the window?"

End of story being - afore said flat and female are both intact, the building no longer smells like old people (though I dont really know how long that's going to last), and there are black foot prints all over the halls, leading to the flat right next to mine. Good thing I didnt know. But I should have guessed. Actually, I did. And I was right.

The positive point of it all - i got to sleep for hours in my dads house, with a very VERY nice duve and 4 feather pillows, and I didnt have to go to school. How champion is that?

On an interesting note, I had arranged with a friend the day before to meet up the next day before school. I jokingly mentioned that I would most certainly be there at the apointed time, UNLESS some catastrophy like a fire happened to occure.

Never, NEVER joke. My dad has pictures and a video clip. I wasnt smart enough to grab my camera. Probably because I have no idea where it is and I was worrying too much about my hair.