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So i finally mailed Nik his two hundred dollar check after 10,000 million zillion months of wearing down his patience. I am so lucky to have such a friend as him.
Casey James is a stupendous room mate so far, I gotta say. He cooks, cleans, makes me laugh until there are tears rolling down my cheeks and enjoys quality music. Life is kicking ass.
You know, I really want a band that is girly pop mixed with a James Bond feel and maybe a strings/accordion texture once in a while, like during bridges and stuff. The main ingredient will be organish-psychedelic keyboards that give off a spooky vibe, and all my lyrics will be very DADA influenced. You know, like stream of consciousness. I think that would be sooooo great. ALl the band members can wear whatever they want. As long as it's velvet.
Last night I had mega-cramps and continued to complain this morning. So, Jordan went to the store and bought me tampons. I know this is a minor and generally considerate task for a male to perform for a lady, but I was quite charmed by it. Mainly, I'm charmed by his lack of unreasonable shame for things that don't matter. Most people get embarrassed over silly things, but he's practically shameless in all departments. It's admirable, to be sure.
Have a good friday, chitlins. I'm going to eat, and then Shane is coming over to fix my accordion.