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raybearHey, hey Johnny, can't you come out to play?
Today I'm listening to an old old mixtape. It has a Sarah McLaughlin song on it. I almost forgot that I used to like her. Something happened and she did some celebrity grievance that caused me to revile and despise her, though I don't even remember what it is. Possibly her annoying ubitquity, a stupid comment about Lilith Fair, and/or her inability to sing live and by herself -- she goes flat and her backup singer does all the work. She needs an album.
Of course it's always too late to fix it -- now my skin crawls for the most part when I think of her. I used to feel bad for over-hating celebrities or artists, but whatever. I'm sure they couldn't care less about my personal opinion, and as far as missing out on their contributions to the world, there are plenty of others out there to satisfy the role.
Last night I finally completed my first CD mix after struggling with my CD-Recorder and learning how to use it. At first I thought it was my bullishness at fault for not reading the directions fully, but then I read them and things still fcked up. Why are electronic equipment instructions dense and boring yet often lacking significant information and practical applciations? Anyway, the mix is called Midnight in a Perfect World 2: The Gift and the Curse. Oh my, I crack myself up.
I'm not sure I've mentioned this enough in my journal, but I have a huge crush on my new coworker. Oh, let's call him Roberto. He's fantabulous. And not just because he's cute (which he is), but also because he's bright and funny and sweet. Work is fun again. Sort of.
Today I'm listening to an old old mixtape. It has a Sarah McLaughlin song on it. I almost forgot that I used to like her. Something happened and she did some celebrity grievance that caused me to revile and despise her, though I don't even remember what it is. Possibly her annoying ubitquity, a stupid comment about Lilith Fair, and/or her inability to sing live and by herself -- she goes flat and her backup singer does all the work. She needs an album.
Of course it's always too late to fix it -- now my skin crawls for the most part when I think of her. I used to feel bad for over-hating celebrities or artists, but whatever. I'm sure they couldn't care less about my personal opinion, and as far as missing out on their contributions to the world, there are plenty of others out there to satisfy the role.
Last night I finally completed my first CD mix after struggling with my CD-Recorder and learning how to use it. At first I thought it was my bullishness at fault for not reading the directions fully, but then I read them and things still fcked up. Why are electronic equipment instructions dense and boring yet often lacking significant information and practical applciations? Anyway, the mix is called Midnight in a Perfect World 2: The Gift and the Curse. Oh my, I crack myself up.
I'm not sure I've mentioned this enough in my journal, but I have a huge crush on my new coworker. Oh, let's call him Roberto. He's fantabulous. And not just because he's cute (which he is), but also because he's bright and funny and sweet. Work is fun again. Sort of.
