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Sound; "You've done too much, much too young..." - name that band, babies.

Sight; I'm envisioning Garfield performance art.

Taste; Tasteless diet food. Add two packets of salt, stir and eat.

May 30, 2000
Yay for Nookie! or Just Another Day.

No need to expand, but I am finally allowed to make sweet animalistic love to my husband again. Any later and I think he would've started sweating semen.

I have a zero attention span at the moment. Please do pardon my randomness without any real story. I have plenty to tell, and will most likely do so tomorrow. This weekend we had dinner with two sets of Adam's family, together no less. That alone is two entries worth.

Last week I placed a note in the break room asking people if they would like to adopt one of my kittens, or Pita's kittens. Not a full day later someone had written me a note back without signing their name;
Spay your pets, that should take care of any problems.
I wrote back the following;
Thank you for the advice, but I can only do one at a time and just had one done this week.
I'm not sure what about the whole interaction pissed me off. Maybe they could've drawn a smiley face, or you know, signed their fucking name.

Then, just when I thought management had no sense of humor, I got an email requesting reports with a threat at the bottom to report me to Bob Barker if I didn't remember. If you don't get that, email me and I'll explain it to you.

I began this morning with what is becoming a tradition for the start of the work week; Sublime's "Sublime" album. It's a guilty pleasure, but the energy of it carries with me throughout the day. I need more music, haven't bought any for years. Even my most treasured box sets were sold the summer of 1996... to fund what purpose I have no idea, hopefully food, but most likely drugs.

Speaking of music, is anyone out there as creeped out by the Depeche Mode song "Little 15" as I am? Check out the lyrics and you'll see what I mean.

This weekend Adam and I depleted our entire savings buying another, YES, another computer. God help us both. I'm tempted to take it back, but considering it's "Adam's computer" that is not my decision to make. I also purchased a few hundred dollars worth of things at Target, the largest being a few reproductions of two of my favorite Cappiello posters, I was unable to find a picture online of the second one. They're quite large, and once we were home Adam decided that it didn't fit the apartment very well. Back to Target I go. So, add on two outfits, some software, new mousepad, household goodies, new trashcan, we spent around $700. This is monumental to us. The Rockefellers we ain't. Although I've been called a skank before, does that count? Horrible horrible music reference, pretend you didn't read that.

Speaking of money; If you order a Big Extra from McDonald's and add cheese, it's $.50 for a goddamned slice of cheese. This would give my grandmother a heart attack.

I have denounced all popular music of this time. It is bothering the piss out of me, every hip-hop song sounds the same, every band sounds like Creed, or was it Matchbox 20, or was it Seven Mary Three... and I'm convinced we'll be treated to Britney Spears in some hot wet girl-on-girl action once her albums stop selling and her mother can't make any more money off her singing career.

I have banished all radio from my life. Somehow, in the midst of all this musical cleaning, what I really wanted to hear was some Specials. I need to swaddle myself in blues. I want to hear the word "skank" and know it's not an insult. I want something to swing my cherries to. And now, you can help me if you're so inclined. I hesitated for awhile to do this, because I didn't like the way it portrays myself, and I was disapproving of Rob when he did his Bendo madness ordeal. But hey, it's me we're talking about NOW.

I created an Amazon wishlist of music and books I've been meaning to buy. Not just to post here, but because I have a damned hard time remembering what I wanted when I get to Tower Records. I am not asking you to do this, I am showing you the path. This is for my family as well, seeing as how my birthday is in 14 days and no one knows how to shop for me.

You heard me. Birthday. 23. Better change the bio.

Mostly, I'm hoping to get the Flannery O'Connor collection. I've heard nothing but great things about her. She's a southern writer that died mid-50's. Dark subject matter. Maybe you should look into it too.

Anyhow. Here's my list. If you have trouble with the wish list, let me know.

The Complete Stories
Flannery O'Connor; Hardcover

Rockabilly Essentials
Holly, et al; Audio CD

1954/1959 Rockabilly
Bob Kelly; Audio CD

Foundation Ska
The Skatalites; Audio CD

The Old Record
Dance Hall Crashers; Audio CD

Total Madness: The Very Best Of Madness
Madness; Audio CD

The Specials
The Specials; Audio CD

More Noise & Other Disturbances
The Mighty Mighty Bosstones; Audio CD

I Just Can't Stop It
English Beat; Audio CD

Special Beat Service
English Beat; Audio CD

Force Of Nature
Koko Taylor; Audio CD

Best Of Blondie
Blondie; Audio CD

Second-hand Smoke
Sublime; Audio CD Usually ships in 24 hours

40 Oz. To Freedom [EXPLICIT LYRICS]
Sublime; Audio CD

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