Rancid and Odalys... Two words only I could combine in one blog

Sometimes a day drifts by with no identity. I've had more than a few of those. When I'm toiling and swearing to myself, I notice the hours look blandly identical. I yearn for new pastures on which to graze lazily... and on which to drink heartily, of course. I can't avoid that as much as I try, FFS. Regardless, there are always moments aren't there? I had a few earlier...

I had a re-acquaintance with one of my favorite CDs of all fuckin' time, 'Let's Go' by the Bay Area-based neo-old school punk band Rancid. What a companion for cheap beer THAT material is! Each track two minutes of sheer adrenaline... and yet each track maintaining an identity, as I return to a theme! Pretty amazing stuff, really. In this day and age when half-ass bands with some guitars are passed off as 'edgy', it's nice to know that a band like Rancid are still out there.

And then I was inspired by the mere and very brief view of Odalys García. I don't mean to sound sexist, but she is seriously something to behold and to be holding... Oh. My. God. The dimensions of her build almost bring tears to my eyes. And I don't toss remarks like that around loosely either. She has EARNED those dizzy moments I experience when I happen to gaze upon her... I don't even know if it's sexual anymore. Well, I mean, it IS, but I'm well past having simple dirty thoughts, innit? I'm to the point where I'm in complete awe. I'm left with little else but the opportunity to admire. In short, I ONLY fancy her, don't I?!

I'd write songs for her...

Fuckin' hell... I got carried away.