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Day Two: A Song That You Hate.
A Song That You Hate: most Christmas songs ( Read more... ) -
Day One.
I'm doing The 30 Day Song Challenge. It's supposed to be an F-book thing, I think, but it's a good excuse to post here. A content challenge, if you will. I also think it's supposed to be accompanied by a link to the video for the song--internet connection permitting, I'll do this ( Read more... ) -
Empty on the gauge.
One of the reasons I like LJ so much is that it involves actual content. And I hate that lately I've wanted to write but feel like there is nothing I could possibly say. When I'm in The Boonies, I become a misanthropic hermit with little to report--my life is much less interesting without ridiculous work stories. Hopefully, they'll be coming ( Read more... ) -
Fresh to the list of Things That Are Not Fair:
I can tell myself a bajillion times that I am not still crushing on a gent, but when I start sweating during [innocent and mundane] email exchanges with him, it's more than a little difficult to stick to my denial guns.
And my denial guns are HUGE.
So, apparently, are my sweat glands. Ew. -
When I heard their new album, my first thought was that I wanted to phone you and discuss it.
Last night I spent a solid four hours with a couple of friends just listening to music and enthusiastically talking about it. I had not engaged in this kind of social music geekery in years, and the experience kinda reaffirmed my faith in new music, rock and roll, and being able to socialize easily without the aid or interruptions of new -
When I say that something...
One of the few things that can instantly steal and hold my attention is the playing of pretty much any early Beatles song. My movie has been paused for the past half hour as my father cycles through the Beatles on Ed Sullivan Show, probably in response to my just having watched That Thing You Do! My door is open, so I'm sure he heard as much of ( Read more... ) -
Missed connections.
Yesterday morning my sidewalk was a sheet of ice, and I learned this by going down hard and throwing out my knee in an especially unpleasant way. I'm fine, but the knee is wrapped up and braced, and I'm walking with a limp. I'm using this as an excuse to pretty up and skirt it every day, since my wrappings won't fit under pants ( Read more... ) -
Fabbo.
I have the best Grandma ever ( Read more... ) -
Bon voyage dear fellow, dear benefactor of your fellow man!
Closing a good show is like bidding farewell to an intimate friend ( Read more... )