people of cleveland, you suck.

i am tired of the blogs all about political tiraids. maybe i am shallow, but i would much rather talk about the new lighter that came in the mail today. it is a fancy zippo type. silver with the newcastle label on the cover. johnson, i know that at least you can appreciate this. the rest of you may read and frown with disdain that i smoke at all. that is fine, but i am pretty excited about this new lighter. so excited that i have just written a blog all about it.

this evening, i cooked. somehow i get these fantastic roommates who allow me to pay for groceries in exchange for their cooking for the both of us. at OU, talya did it all. i ate it, then did the dishes, oh and i went to the grocery with her too. now, however, i dont have things quite so easy. we go to the grocery, molnar cooks, but now it is required that i at least watch her cook. she seems to think that by watching, i will learn, eventually become interested, and than before long, be cooking all on my own. we will see. than we eat, and keeping with old tradition, i do the dishes. somehow, it seemed much easier when talya cooked. she has this amazing ability to cook a full meal, dirting only 2 pots/pans/mixing bowls. molnar however, seems to dirty the entire kitchen. yikes. i cleaned up as she dirted, and let me tell you, the drying rack was full 4 times. it was out of control.

the wilco show was last night. i have mixed feelings about the whole thing. the show was great, wilco was outstanding. they surpassed my expectations. played all of my favorite songs. however, the venue was terrible and the crowd was even worse. seriously, what is the problem with people today. who would pay $36 to see a show, go, and then talk through the entire thing? is it not all about the music? the point is to go, listen, and sing and dance along if you are feeling so inclined. i can handle the obnoxious singer next to me, but i cannot tolerate everyone talking around me. it is no good when a true fan has to strain to hear the band. not acceptable. jeff tweedy was pissed off. thanks to all of those dumbass chatty cathy's, wilco will most likely never return to cleveland. it makes me so sad.