Rock.

I am wired and suffering withdrawal from paint fumes (new house, I hate beige), but Buffy reruns and blaring crunchy music are the cures for all ills. That and peanut butter. Mmmm, peanut butter.

Anywho, for all you newbies to the Love that is G, I rant, I rave, I bake cookies...I also criticize a lot of music and mostly make little continual sense. But I'm always right. Trust a girl who can change green lights yellow in the blink of indecision and screeching brakes.

My job, which takes up most of my time and brainpower (ah the waste, the agony), has me often on the road. Mostly in DC. So, for my first post, I will give you my inspired mantra of the day (3 times for prosperity):

Damn DC. The streets will not hold me hostage.
Damn DC. The streets will not hold me hostage.
Damn DC. The streets will not hold me hostage.

Yes, I'm belligerent. You would be too if you took one wrong turn and ended up in Reagan National Airport. 3 times. I'm not stupid or have no sense of direction. Since DC is so close to a vortex of hell (aka Maryland, where is that McDonalds in Laurel anyway?!!!!), it's highly probable that the powers of darkness had been at work here.

OK, so I'm belligerent all the time. Have you lived in this world? It'd be great to have love, happiness, and cute puppies all the time, but people are stupid and greedy. That drives a lot of bad behavior, including use of SUVs and minivans (I contend are the causes of most car accidents, environmental blackholes, and a pain in the ass to see around), and economic explanations for killing things.

But I'm not all mad all the time...I'm not G-Love for nothing. I love Rivers Cuomo. Ah Rivers.

Now where is my special sauce...