Why doesn’t everyone listen to My Favorite? The first three songs off of The Happiest Days of our Lives are the best retro-futurist / dance-punk / neo-wave songs recorded to date and no one seems to care. I guess they were three years too early.
Packages after packages have been arriving which aparently contain birthday presents for me.
Some things Chelsea wants for X-mas include a minature house-hippo, a minature living Burl Yves (in snowman form), a baby orangutan which will never grow up, a real Eyor about the size of a small dog which she can carry around in her arms, trying to reassure him and eventually getting him hooked on junk. I’m not sure where I’m gonna find all this stuff.