The Jobey on...

My personal blog. This is where I unwind and just talk about random things I want to talk about...basically, it's here to clog the blogosphere with useless information...

Tuesday, May 09, 2006

"Airline to Heaven" by Wilco

Ok, I know this is going to sound a little morbid, but when the day comes that there is a funeral for me I want that song played. The live version, off Kicking Television. And I expect all those in attendence to sing along. Lyric sheets will be provided, hopefully.

I don't have much to say expect that. Just wanted to throw that out there while I remembered. So there's some documentation when the day comes. And hopefully it won't come in handy for a long-ass time. I got a lot of beers to consume, a lot of skeet to shoot, a lot of money to blow on stupid shit...a lot of life to live, and I love every minute of it. You should do the same.

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

"Uninvited" by Alanis Morissette

Listen to that song. It pisses my shit off. It's a fucking great song; if it weren't that good, it probably wouldn't piss me off so much. It's just so realistic. I've fucking been to that point of unrequited love, that point where I virtually had these lyrics recited to me. It fucking sucks. Which is why this song pisses me off. It honestly captures point of view of someone unable to reciprocate, and I have a hard time with that concept still.

Wow. I just realized how vulgar my language gets at 2:30 in the Am.

Anyway, I forgot to post something about The Jobey on...'s one year anniversary. What a long strange trip it's been. There. That had to be done.

Well, I'm sure you've all got your own concerns these days. It's dead week for me, so I'm wrapping up the semester and making important decisions like 'how old is too old' (I actually don't think it matters) and if I'm keeping it real enough (My tan is coming in pretty nicely).

Ok, well, kids do good on your finals. Remember to floss. And drink a lot of beer. Not vodka. Not scotch. Beer. Ok. And, kids, soon enough summer will be here, and you'll have plenty of time to drink beer and meet ladies with Uncle Jobey. Don't worry, triflin' bitches will be forgot in days of auld lang sine...or whatever the fuck...

Later.