I'm gonna get myself deported

I just got home from work. Fucking awesome.

I have two pieces of information to add regarding Art Brut and one piece regarding Tim Horton's chilli prior to heading to bed (barring any possible UFC or UFC type programs on the telly).

Art Brut: After listening to their album all day for two days I have determined that these guys have written the paramount song about not being able to get it up. It is called Rusted Guns of Milan. Fucking brilliant. Second, there are hand claps on Good Weekend, so any criticism I may have had for the album was misguided. Apparently these guys aren't for everyone though as Andrea said the lyrics ruined it for her. She sucks, but at least she tries out the music I send her. I give this album 10 of whatever rating thing you want out of 10.

Tim Horton's chilli: That stuff is delicious.

So now based on my week I am making no promises of making it out of Hooligans alive on Saturday night. If you want to see me again it would be wise to make it out to Alberta prior to that night. One dollar highballs are my arch-nemesis.

I'm going to bed, there are no guys kicking the living shit out of each other on TV for my amusement.

Peace.