The Words Have A Way Of Slipping Right Out


This past week went well. Its how things should be every week. My office is all set up with the final additions being filing cabinets. The only complaint would be the horrible glare from the wall of windows to my right. I like the view so I don't want to completely close the blinds. I may have to do some interior designing and rearranging next week.

Whenever someone walks in they always use the cliche of 'its freezing in here', and find themselves wandering over to the thermostat. Like, what are they going to do? I'm sure they are just curious of the exact temperature and don't have the intention of tampering with the settings. Of course, not.

The Galaxy is taking on Chelsea and interestingly and David were on the sidelines for much of the time. The Beckhams are receiving quite enough camera time as the play is somewhat sub-par. What did I expect? Its no Premier League Championship. West London would have been a better scene for the contest. Will I sell out and buy Beck's jersey?

Menomena!, Aqueduct, Bedroom Walls, and The Shins have taken my mp3 player hostage. This is after I mistakenly deleted the entire Iron & Wine catalog. Shepard's Dog is a wonderful album as with most of Iron & Wine's releases. House by the Sea, Wolves, and Boy With a Coin are great, great songs.