Call me old-fashioned, but it seems to me that when the giant holding up the earth dies, we are screwed!
Do you know me or do you KNOW me?
I'm listening to the Shins right now, "New Slang" to be specific. I really like this song. Does anyone own anything by the Shins? How is it? They've always been in the back of my mind - I get them and the Wrens confused. Damn rhyme scheme!
This is fucked up. People like this make me ill. It's so crazy, I had to share it.
Due to the enormous generosity of my bosses, I am wired. I am looking at music in a completely new way. Yep, I have an iPod. 20GB of hard drivity goodness to store up to 5,000 songs. I've spent the last two days pricing out accesories so my entire music library can travel with me in the car and to the gym, going through all the tutorials and loading songs onto this beautiful machine. I am finally becoming comfortable with the idea of owning one. I still want to maintain my purchasing practices with CDs. I like having the artwork and the liner notes. Yes, I do read the liner notes. So yeah, I will never be without good tunes. Heaven.
Three songs heard in a row on WOXY:
To gym, or not to gym? This is my inner struggle. I am very much motivated by all of you who have joined a gym, and your quest for fitness. I too want to work out. I don't want to be angry at my body come next March when I realize there is too much of me on me. Here is where I am torn - I understand that there is a monthly fee to join, that's to be expected. I REFUSE to pay more than 35 dollars a month to go to a gym. I simply can't afford more than that. But, a membership fee??? A one time fee paid in order to proclaim, 'yes, I do have permission to use this machine and attend this cardio class' that can be upwards of 150, 200 dollars? That's riduculous! Are you sure that's not a security deposit? Can I get that money back? I don't have that kind of money at all.
Sure, you can be prepared for the holidays if you plan ahead of time. It's the expected slow season at work, so my hours have been shortened for the rest of December. I'm all 'oh, that will give me plenty of time to tie up all those loose ends.' I haven't stopped moving today. Wrapping presents, crocheting, laundry, making dinner. Oh my God. Wait a minute. I'm domestic. I'M DOMESTIC. No, no, must stave off adulthood as long as I can. Must not wear apron or wear hair in bun...
Oh my good Lord, it's almost here! Can you believe in two weeks all of this excess and cheer and tinsle will be gone or at least shoved away in a box in my basement? I love the apartment, thanks to Super Craft Man, we have the best snowflakes in town. We have new ornaments and real lights and paper chains. Yes, real paper chains, like the ones we all used to make in grade school. It's like a second grade art class threw up and stuck to our ceiling. Great! I want to share it with everyone, but everyone is busy with parties. Parties, parties, parties...well, we'll make the Maplehurst Christmas Explosion the official afterparty on the 23rd - bring a hot slut and get in FREE!
Daily Download:
Everytime I housesit for Fran and Bill, I always look forward to seeing Riley, the coolest pup on the planet. Every single time I come to the house, the dog attacks me. With love. With heavy, slobbery love. It's like he hasn't see me in years and years and has also not eaten during those many years. He freaks out. I'm watching an old episode of SNL - Mike Myers is great at Judge Ito and I forgot that Laura Kitlinger was in the cast. Jack Black is one lucky man.