and i’m not too old to lie

ignore that last post. til monday. it’s what i’ll do.

i remember when i had this song on album. overdose. ac/dc and when i say ac/dc i mean OLD ac/dc, i mean bon scott. ac/dc slowly stopped meaning anything after bon scott. true back in black elevated ac/dc beyond all that was ac/dc with its popularity and catchy hooks and defiant move not to fade into obscurity after bon’s death. but in all reality, bon scott was the gangly, hungover, happy and sneering heart of ac/dc. back in black belted out from a billion house parties and oversaw the loss of sixteen million virginities…and then it was gone. and what was left? a whole lot of rosie, that’s what. 

one of these days, i’m gonna change my evil ways…

i’m suddenly not sure what a due date means on this credit card. does that mean i have to have the amount down to zero BY the day? or that…when that day comes around THEN i have to pay it? hunh. i’m still so baffled by the most simple of everyday operations, it seems. 

here comes sympathy for the devil and i’m going to stop typing here and bang congas.