'Selfless'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Curiously I saw a band named Smoosh play live at Amoeba yesterday. They were two sisters, 15 and 13 (I think). The elder played keyboards and sang. The younger drummed - she had a very hip hop/drum loop kind of style. It was very disconcerting seeing how young and talented they were.
Hey! They're a Seattle band, and supposed to be really, REALLY talented. Every interview I've ever read with them has been a delight.
Also, CALLING HEC! I've got news for you. Where the hell are you? Are you working? 'Cause if you are, you should stop that...
Woot! I'm at work. It's sad. Here use the soopah sekrit work email: dsmay@morganlewis.com.
I need an update!
Update coming.
Gah. I just discovered a huge, previously unknown sore spot of hurt, anger, and defensiveness over something that I would've said didn't really bother me. I don't think I covered very well in the conversation where it came up. Want to go home now so I can rant and get it out of my system before I say something I shouldn't.
Tomorrow, I am taking a "me" day before starting temping again and going full bore on the St. Louis job hunt.
I've been toying with the idea of going down to DC for the day, but I'm pooped, and besides, it may snow tomorrow. I may save the DC trip for better weather.
Now that the whole house-prep monkey is off my back, I'm feeling oddly at loose ends.
Congrats on the stress handling, vw! Although I'm sure the whole lack of a migraine is a better thing than anything I could type at you.
Did you not have the dresser and kitchen table before, or did they not make it up the stairs?
Our old table (from IKEA, 4+ years old, very cheap) fell apart when we tried to take it out of the old apartment (we picked it up and one of the legs fell off), and our old dresser belonged to my dad when he was a kid, and was very much on its last legs.
Our old place was our first apartment out of college, and so a lot of our furniture was from Target, or inherited from relatives throwing stuff out. Now that we're real grown-ups, we're sloooooooowly acquiring real furniture. Or trying to, anyway.
Hey! They're a Seattle band, and supposed to be really, REALLY talented. Every interview I've ever read with them has been a delight.
Yep, the singer had a great pop voice. The songs were all pop, but really informed with contemporary hip-hop/R&B type hits. She was rocking the keyboard too! She did one song and it was revved up with heavy fuzz like Suicide. And the wee little drummer girl was so cute - and good. Well, they were both cute little blonde things.
Tomorrow, I am taking a "me" day before starting temping again and going full bore on the St. Louis job hunt.
Sounds like a good plan. Congrats on the house stuff being done!
Now that the whole house-prep monkey is off my back, I'm feeling oddly at loose ends.
Silly Putty. Or a coloring book. I'm just sayin'.
{{brenda}} That sounds like no fun for anyone.