The Last Good Day of the Year

I'm listening to this great song by the British band Cousteau called "The Last Good Day of the Year." I love this song. It's very summery. But I just like the idea of leaving one year behind and embracing a new one.

Here's hoping this one is good. I'm not mad at 2010; I just could've done without a lot of the stress and disappointment.

I don't have anything cool or sexy planned tonight. Just the same old boring ritual of burning candles and my annual tarot card reading. I think if I'm up I'd like to see Snooki being dropped from a ball on the Jersey shore. I loathe that show, but I think she's funny as hell. Just the concept of them lowering a hoochie in a gigantic ball onto the pits of hell (New Jersey) is too much!

Still, I know me. I'll probably just sleep through the entire affair.

So This is Xmas?

I woke up this morning and was in a surprisingly good mood. I'm not that into the holidays anymore. But I was happy at least. I got a lot of writing done and that put me in an unusually charming mood. Then, my neighbors happened by with their putrid little dogs who proceeded to poop the remaining color out of the grass in my front yard.

Ah, the hillbillies and trash of Glendale, CA. Where would this indie rocka be without you?