I'll always love you but my heart belongs to me.
Before I begin, I must just state a couple random things:
1. Nelly Furtado is the new Nate Dogg in hip hop.
2. While Luna bars are extremely delicious, Clif bars (the same company that makes Luna bars) are not as tasty. This might be one of the few times in the history of the world where the "regular" product is inferior to the "especially for women"'s product. I feel I should commend someone.
I spent hours and hours downloading music and organizing samples last night and it started off casually enough, taking breaks for other random tasks like buying my costume for Friday's act. By the end of the evening, I was so focused and fixated that I couldn't pull myself away until I had at least half the songs completely done, no matter how tired my eyes were or how fried my brain or that there was a sexy loving person sitting on my couch watching Pet Psychic and wanting me to chill out with them. But sometimes that happens to me with projects -- I get something under my skin and all is not well until it's complete, or at least a portion of it is complete enough to satisfy the urge. Once I've boarded the freight train of productivity, I'm loathe to get off since I'm not sure when the next one will be by to pick me up.
Last night I slept with the air conditioner window unit on. This makes me happy, because I like being able to sleep with a blanket year round but also because it's practically physically impossible for me to sleep when I'm overheated. I remember the summer of 2000 when I had no air and my girlfriend's apartment had no air, and I spent three months on the brink of insanity because I was averaging four hours of restless sleep a night. Not good, my friend.
Last night I had a dream with a special guest star:
louche. We were partners-in-crime on some sort of adventure or caper, which I can't remember the details or how illegal the activities were, but I was having fun at the time.
And speaking of livejournal in non-livejournal contexts, I received a fabulous early birthday gift from
freakysparks that's a Buffy book containing an essay by
willagurl. How cool are my friends? Very.
1. Nelly Furtado is the new Nate Dogg in hip hop.
2. While Luna bars are extremely delicious, Clif bars (the same company that makes Luna bars) are not as tasty. This might be one of the few times in the history of the world where the "regular" product is inferior to the "especially for women"'s product. I feel I should commend someone.
I spent hours and hours downloading music and organizing samples last night and it started off casually enough, taking breaks for other random tasks like buying my costume for Friday's act. By the end of the evening, I was so focused and fixated that I couldn't pull myself away until I had at least half the songs completely done, no matter how tired my eyes were or how fried my brain or that there was a sexy loving person sitting on my couch watching Pet Psychic and wanting me to chill out with them. But sometimes that happens to me with projects -- I get something under my skin and all is not well until it's complete, or at least a portion of it is complete enough to satisfy the urge. Once I've boarded the freight train of productivity, I'm loathe to get off since I'm not sure when the next one will be by to pick me up.
Last night I slept with the air conditioner window unit on. This makes me happy, because I like being able to sleep with a blanket year round but also because it's practically physically impossible for me to sleep when I'm overheated. I remember the summer of 2000 when I had no air and my girlfriend's apartment had no air, and I spent three months on the brink of insanity because I was averaging four hours of restless sleep a night. Not good, my friend.
Last night I had a dream with a special guest star:
And speaking of livejournal in non-livejournal contexts, I received a fabulous early birthday gift from
Cliff Bars vs. Luna Bars
Cliff Bars come in normal flavors but use saw dust as filler.
ah, haaa...
second: sometimes i like both clif bars and luna bars. i've now overdone it on the luna bars so i'm tired of them. so now, i'll eat a peanut crunch clif bar now and again.
as for your dream: i wonder if it's possible that i entered your dreamworld due to stories
perhaps there will be real life adventures to come including you and me.
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That Jurassic 5 song is what I was listening to this morning which made me make the Nelly Furtado comment!! Get out of my head!! Other recent favorite songs guest-starring Nelly: The Roots's Sacrifice and Ms Jade's Ching Ching Ching.
I haven't heard too many of your stories from
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yes, yes you're right. and i was gonna mention that it probably had to do with our exchange re my attraction to the crazies. and, as
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it could also have been him picking up some sort of psychic thought of mine. i was thinking all last night that i really wished i had ditched out on my plans with him (which ended up being me watching pet psychic on the couch while he worked) and joined you at the show. i was feeling like having a late night, do what moves me, wild adventure sort of night. your night was probably very subdued, but in my mind i was going to convince you and whoever went to the show to go out into the city and cause a ruckus.
The power of suggestion
Unless of course part of the fun would have be going off without me in tow.
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In other news, I'm answering your interview questions in another browser window right now. I had to do some right hard thinkin' for them.
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You are my cosmic twin. I was explaining to someone yesterday that a hook just ain't a hook without Nate or Nelly. Really. I'm just waiting for someone to put the 2 together and make my head explode.
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and cliff bars to taste like old newspapers for some reason.