Wolfmother are the equivilant of comfort food I reckon... and hey, I'm all about that, right?
Training has gone completely out the window this week, and I'm fine with it. What started out as letting the skin grow back and the movement increase has turned into an ever growing sense of fear that I'm not going to see the Ladies and Thomwah for a little while, so It's been all about spending some good time. ("Honey, I'm just off out for hours doing hill repeats" wouldn't cut it one would think). And I mean, really... I'm moving to Rotorua..
As training jumped out the window drinking jumped in. I've been drunk (and hung over) more times this past week than the last six months.. I should leave town every week I reckon.
Matt K has carved himself a great little niche there, Check the sidebar Matt's Island Bike Life to check out a solid, solid idea..
He's gradually (by dint of telling me repeatedly that these are the bikes for me) got me thinking about newer things and maybe changing my mind from the course I was set upon..I must be awesome to shop people, a cross between Homer Simpson on New Billboard Day and the kid in The Curious Incident Of The Dog In The Moonlight who's food can't touch.
They must fucking love me.
Back to being hungover.. Since I'm now as to all intents of purposes unemployed (until Tuesday) I just sloped around today buying Dirtbombs albums and making Tiramasu. I'm also about to become a landlord, which is somewhat of a frighteningly grown up proposition. Having been in a number of tenanting situations myself I find myself instantly suspicious of everyone, Kinda like when my Daughter will turn up with her first boyfriend, "I know what you wanna do to her motherfucker".. however hopefully my wise mind will win out. hopefully.
Not to come across all hippy like (I support fully what Johnny Rotten said, or I thought I did)But I think if everyone would just listen to Devendra Banhart everything would just be okay, man. You know? like OKAY. I've become a self professed total beard head... I love him.
Speaking of said object of my love...(it's kinda long, but bear with..)
Now for some 'comfort rock'
And lastly, a firm favourite here...
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