The Day Has Come...........because it would wouldn't it.

Yes my friends the day has come where I've sold my precious integrity to Apple Corp. I just recently purchased the 30g (or whatever it is) ipod..........black/with a personalized message on the back. Now I know some of you are thinking, "jesus Anthony, why would you do such a thing, you had such an awsome discman since sophmore year in highschool." Well..........all these cool cats in my painting class (which only means one basically) have mp3 players, and since I always wished I could put something else in my back pocket besides my wallet.........what better investment than a fucking.........corporate marketing scheme......the ipod.

You want to know the best part. I got an email today from Apple. Something about new and exciting colors offered for a limited time. So what do I say to myself............."I LIKE NEW EXCITING COLORS!!!!!!! SURE APPLE......SIGN ME UP!"

And what new and exciting color did I order my ipod in? Black.................I didn't even get the hot pink one, or the ugly ass blue and moldy honeydue mellon color.

Fuggin' a man. Why do I get sucked into these things. I mean I just bought a camera today on top of spending 260 bucks on some mp3 player.....so in a grand total, I spend over 400 dollars today...........because I would.

but I think some action I made today makes this whole iPod business worth it all. You know how you can get it personalized? Yeah.........................mine reads

birdy num num

uh.............lies!

pretty much just like that. So.......at least I put some kind of cool touch towards the holy roller mp3 player coming my way within 5 days. sigh.........and that's pretty much what I did after hitting the "complete transaction (and sign your soul)" button.

one big sigh.

o well, at least I can now listen to good music, and eventually get sick of good music all within a weeks worth of headphone listening.

Sorry for not updating my blog. Things have been well..........kinda............(pulling shirt collar out towards left side) "eeeeeeeeeeee." Although!!!!!!!!!!!! I was fortunate enough to see the Kings O' fuggin' Leon for the first time. And let me tell you, you think heroine is addicting......they fuggin' make their radio singles look like Mozart's Requiem is a pile of . And that is pretty much what Kings of Leon are.......works of brillantly well groomed...........art. It's like looking at a painting while at the same time drowning inside a pool of eigth notes, drum roles, AH-mazing guitar solos, and screams that make you want to wet the bed. Either kind of wetting the bed, but if you pissed the bed while listening to Kings of Leon, you'd be like........."oh hell yeah! I just pissed on the sheets without even knowing it (while jumping up and giving an imaginary high five to anyone you think you would want to high five you at that certain time).

The best part about it, is that....................we drove all the fuggin' way to DAYTON...............OHIO.....to see this magnificent band. And if you think both of those names sound redneck, say them together. Let me tell you though, this place is full of fuggin' acid rain fearing rednecks who love to put their fists in the air in hopes of someone "rocking" it back at them like they're long lost bros.

I didn't quite know what to expect with the Kings of Leon. I mean......I always enjoyed their music....within the walls of my room and car stereo....and I never thoguht I'd see them live.

See it's so hard to write about it, because while i'm writing, all I see in my mind are neck fulls of gold crosses and dream catchers, pants that make veins pop, hair styles that make you loose all hope in ever getting a decent haircut, and music that seriously just makes you want to just run off to Vegas and get married....anything to support the redneck dreams.