SHIT! I told Christopher my appointment was at 1:30. It's at 1:00. I'm so going to be late. SHITSHITSHIT.

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I shall never be a music-ista. I like corporate rock. Lots of people like corporate rock. Meta very rarely pings me at all. I think I'll play CyberPunk and wallow in Billy's voice at what I think is its finest.

edit: You can't take the bombast from me.

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You can't take the bombast from me.

Nor would we try.

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That's one of those phrases that always indicates that the phrase/question/sentence that immediately follows WILL be offensive. Much like "I'm not a racist, BUT...."

Oh! Friday we had a company lunch and five of us carpooled over to the restaurant. This phrase was uttered by every single person who wasn't me. I think my lip was bleeding from the biting.

He told me of a radical new weight loss plan. I should skip breakfast.

You know what also works? Speed.

My much-beloved Uncle Bill used to tell us to go ahead and ask for anything we wanted, as long as we could take No for an answer. It's really quite amazing how well this works.

This is brilliant advice!

I'm not annoyed. I'm deadpan. Completely different vibe...laconic with a left turn into snarky, from the Greek for butthead.

Love. erika. madly.

Huh. Where's my motivation?

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Arrrrgh, Cash!

Yesterday I read a Dr. Who fic, in which Rose couldn't sleep in her own room (nudge, nudge, wink, wink) because of a disembodied voice singing to her from the walls. The Doctor explain that it was just Bob, a non-corporeal being who somehow got stuck in the TARDIS, and was quite harmless.

Just had a conversation with the bob.

My first thought upon reading this was, "What was Deena doing on the TARDIS?" Incidentally, no woman should ever listen to any man (except maybe Richard Simmons, but he doesn't really count, does he?) about the best way to lose weight, not even if the man is a doctor. Only fat women ever have useful advice on weight loss.

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You know, some people swear by smoking as a way to not gain weight.

In other news, I'm ten days away from being much older than I feel. How did that happen?

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No, and I think the Music People think of me as one might the sort of innocently mouthy and irrepressible kid I actually was once. "I second that emotion."
"Very good. And on topic, too. How cute is that?"
Because passion I've got, but Guralnick I'm not. But I'm a poet, and I know it(And also who the soul geeks are all like "I'm not worthy" about.) ETA: Thanks, Cass. And I'm suddenly feeling Oz/Kellerman, though I really don't slash, but there'd be like no angst. "That was fun, right?"
"Yeah. great."
"Cool."
"Cool."

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Well, I mainly think it's terrible song, period, and bad in a way that's not even interesting

UGH YES. And I was SO much happier when I couldn't figure out which song ya'll were talking about. Not only do I just plain hate the song but it summons up memories of loooooooooonnnnnnnggggg Sunday afternoons (post-Church rush) standing behind the counter at the Dunkin' Donuts. Whatever radio station they had on in there would play that song relentlessly. Hearing that song, or even thinking about it, literally makes me quesy because it activates terrible smell memories--stale donuts, burnt coffee, slightly off creamer.

I need to think of another song, stat! ummmm....Girl from Ipanema is my bad earworm cleanser. doot da doo da doo da doo doo

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t resisting urge to change tagline to lines from That Song

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mahna mahna

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