wickedflea | (no subject)

Actually this van thing could be kind of cool. At the very least I'll get to talk about "my van" for the day. I've always wanted to have a van that I could talk about in a raspy stoner voice. "Yeah, dude, I'll come by and pick you up in the van. Later." Just like Eric Stoltz in Fast Times at Ridgemont High, baby. And I can listen to that one Descendents tune while I'm cruising in my van. You know the tune: "Van."

At lunch today I went to three record stores looking for Speak English or Die, and not one of them had it. Incredible. They were all corporate-filth stores, so I shouldn't be surprised, but come ON--they should carry that disc at EVERY store, even crafts stores and Bed, Bath, and Beyond. They should have Speak English or Die vending machines, for crying out loud--it's that essential. I'm still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I don't own a copy of that album. I had it on tape for a long time, and I've been listening to a disc made from mp3s for years, and now I can't even find that. Bummer.