Fish Tacos

I probably haven't written a complete sentence in this place for over a month, but I don't really plan on changing that immediately. My brain is only working in spurts lately. But there are a few things of interest (to me) and so I will impart:

-I donated blood yesterday. (High fives self). I have O negative blood, the universal donor, and I'm not a carrier for this certain "thing" (the nurse was very vague), so that means my blood can go to newborn babies! How cool is that?! It kinda makes up for my lack of wanting children. I'm helping babies every time I stick a needle in my arm! And seriously, how many people can say that? Not many, is the answer.

-The Orange Peel, our lovely local music club with kickass sound, was named one of the top ten clubs in the country by Rolling Stone. I guess that is a double-edged sword, because now things like this are happening: last week, we had Lou Reed (awesome). Today, we have George Clinton (also awesome). Yesterday, we had Hanson. Yes, the Mmm Boppers that were bound to come up as one-hit wonders on "I love the 90s." Even more of a punch in the coot: There was a line around the fucking block, starting Sunday night--the night before the show--of people lining up for it. "People" also means young teenage girls, teenage boys trying to get with said girls, and even younger preteen girls with very miserable-looking fathers in tow. And some people that looked like they would be more at home at a Clay Aiken concert. I took pictures, but it is too painful to repost, so use your imagination.

-I have eaten fish tacos everyday for the past week. And yesterday, I had them TWICE. Yes, they are delicious, but I have no true understanding for my addiction. On the plus side, I am drinking less beer. So that's good. I guess.


  1. Congrats on the rare blood...I guess?

    I am an adult now, not a 10 year old. Please don't bait me with remarks about your addiction to fish tacos.

    I am trying my best to be mature here.

  2. dude- i think that just the tags "blood," "fish tacos" and "live music" would have been entertaining even without the whole post. My imagination is a beautiful place.

  3. Rock out, my O neg sister! My grandmother always called O neg "the bad blood" which is now weirdly ironic in my case. Your blood could also be going to help a leukemia patient in need of a hemoglobin boost. I stopped counting at around nine transfusions since I was admitted to the hospital.

    Go blood donors!

  4. V: HA HA HA!!! I can't believe I didn't think of that first! :)

    Not-So-Modest: Why does this not surprise me in the least??

    Manda: Damn straight woman. Which is why I'm donating platelets, blood, and whateverthehellelse on a very regular basis from here until enternity. :) You inspired me.

  5. I cant help but think about those that have fallen and in regards to this post, especially Uncle Ben.

    Uncle Ben: Remember, with great power... comes great responsibility.


Spit it, betch!