Sink With Kalifornia

Inevitably every about this time of year two things happen. First is that I try really hard to keep of my pets inside, much to their chagrin and my annoyance. Second is that I end up listening to all of the old punk songs that I grew up with in order to try to convince myself that I haven't turned into a total tool by settling down in the suburbs and having pets and planning to get married and have kids etc. etc. This actually is the story of my life so to speak. I go along with the status quo until someone explicitly tells me I'm supposed to and then I go ape shit. Oh well I suppose that the story of humanity as a whole is one of contradiction and hypocrisy. Thanks for coming in.

PS

I still can't get a counter to work for the life of me