I bought that Joss Stone CD over the weekend. She's another one of those young girls who everyone is saying sings beyond her years, like Norah Jones, but I think Joss kicks Norah's pansy stupid butt any day. Sorry Norah, you smell.
I miss my laptop. It got shipped off to Apple, and they said two whole weeks. I'm trying to survive all the jitters of withdrawal.
I had another Carey dream last night, except this time, I puked on her face. She got infected by it and was pretty sad about it all. I guess I deep down think I'm sick and will make you sick too.
About the laptop though, I'm computing a lot more in front of the stereo again. I forgot how great it sounds. I've only been listening to it in the morning while I'm running around to try and make myself presentable. In the shower doesn't sound anywhere near what it's doing right at this moment.. ooooh.. ahhhh.
I think I'm growing out of my Geetha phase. She goes into this mood where it starts in with self-righteous preach mode, only slightly though. Normally, I don't mind that (because, let's face it, I'm one of those), but it can't be something like a lecture on the merits of roles for women and men and how there are natural ones that people not only should adopt but must adopt. Puke. I think I'd rather listen to Satan talk about what he talks about. The gush lost a lot of power a couple of times. I still like her as a person, but I don't want to plant my lips on her anymore, so I'll be soon looking for someone else to pine after soon. You may want to hide for a bit until I find my target.
They are tearing up the street I live on, and if I back out my driveway just right, I can put my car in a huge ditch. I'm trying to be careful, but I can't make any guarantees.
I'm very happy that everyone's kids got too much chocolate Friday night and that they think I don't have enough.