And when she passes each one she passes goes "a-a-ah!"

[raybear]

I know I've done stuff at work today, but I can't think of any of it right now. My brain is fried and I'm suffereing from the symptoms of computer anxiety -- I keep obsessively checking my e-mail and various websites every 90 seconds even though I know there will be no updates.

I did, however, have a lovely lunch with Paradise Regained which included a stroll through the DVD porn section at Rock Records. But that's all I can remember of the day. I must be sleep-deprived. Right now I'm fantasizing about going home and laying down to sleep. I can feel the cool of the pillow against my face while I'm typing this.....

But I do want to cut my hair when I get home as well, though the task generally requires showering afterwards and the amount of standing needed for both tasks is exhausting me just while thinking about it.

I'm really glad we decided to have our party on Saturday instead of Friday. I would not be up for rushing home to prepare a gathering of swanky people.

Thanks for the positive feedback from folks I've gotten regarding the e-mail to my uncle. Now I just have to stop myself from obsessivel checking that e-mail account and instead worry about whether I should tell my parents that I did it. Perhaps I'll wait and see what the reaction is first.

Today's internet debauchery is perfect for online shopping -- I found the 4-CD complete recordings of Miles Davis "Bitches' Brew" for 23 dollars. I should perhaps visit the Underworks website as well. I'm all about internet clearance bins, except I got burned when I found a 6 dollar sweater that looked horrible and then I had no motivation to return it because, hey, it was six dollars. I'd spend that much in time and gas or bus finding a UPS shipping center to return the damn thing. But in the end I think I end up more ahead of the game than behind.

Or perhaps I'll just leave early instead since both attorneys are gone. What's an extra 15 minutes anyway.

Comments

[wearemany.livejournal.com]

a. i really wish i was there to trim your mohawk. which sounds kind of...dirty.

b. you should tell them, i think, even if it's just a quick little e-mail, as a courtesy. so they're prepared either way. just my unsolicited advice over here, and i love you.

xoxox.

[raybear.livejournal.com]

i have sad news. the mohawk is dead. long live the mohawk.

now i'm back to the old Justin crew-cut looking thing, with hopes of growing out to more adequate hair pulling length. um, wait, that's not what i meant....

[wearemany.livejournal.com]

i demand photos. i am a pushy bitch, but you know that, just like you know that only goes so far. :)

you know (or, you know, i haven't told you this, so i'm guessing not, but) that during this last tour, justin would fall to his knees during "gone" -- out on the catwalk portion of the stage -- and let various scary fans rub his head. his shorn head, as so many ficcers like to call it.

you and your shorn head, i assume, as one sexy beast.

[raybear.livejournal.com]

and let various scary fans rub his head

that's the only reason one shaves their head. it's not THAT attractive. but it does feel THAT good when rubbed and petted.

I need a digital camera so I can have more pics readily available.