hold on, children

come, step into the fire with me. oh, c'mon.

the chicago trip in its original incarnation in entirety is back on. last night i wanted to curl up with my blog anthropomorphic-style; tonight, i'll curl up with a bottle of whiskey. i think i deserve it.

at least the weather will be beautiful.

here's a little goodie song. it's pretty fucking hot. nice treatment, dude.

death from above 1979 ------>black history month [josh home {queens of the stone age} remix]