danger! mines!

today's mix tape:

*lost in space-apollo 440

*66-afghan whigs

*cherry lips-garbage

*adam-me'shell ndege'ocello

*legend of a cowgirl-imani coppola

*blood makes noise-suzanne vega

*ol' 55-tom waits

*where is my mind?-pixies

*every day is a lie-lily volt (one of the best songs i've ever heard, from a band that doesn't seem to exist. if anyone's got a copy of this, or can find one, send that puppy on through! i'll bake you cookies if you do...)

*i don't believe a word-ivy

*c'estla vie- b*witched

*sleep the clock around-belle and sebastian

*video killed the radio star-presidents of the united states of america

you know, maybe i'll go home today and make myself a brand, spankin' new honest-to-goodness tangible mix tape. whoa nelly!

in other news...

1. i think that this one's birthday was a smashing success. i can only hope that this one's (which is today) is as sucessful.

2. i've had several people asking me how things are going with boy-du-jour. this is perplexing in several ways. first, because it means that people who i would not have expected to are actually paying attention to what i do, second because...well...do they know something i don't? won't we find it strange if, in truth, the circle is secretly wanting this to work out? hm. i stand by this belief: i like the boy. this, therefore, means that there's no way in hell it will ever work out. so i just smile and nod and say "whatever."

3. i'm going to have to miss the brunch klatch this week. this hurts me. but, i have a going-away barbecue to go to, and she was my first roommate and i'm going to miss her heaps, so i must be there. even though it means i'm going to be coming face to face with a large group of people who i'd hoped i'd never actually have to see again after graduation. needless to say, i'm bringing a small batallion with me. safety in numbers, i always say. i hope i don't actually kill anyone. i can see it happening. one girl in particular will bring up this one subject that i really don't want to discuss with her, and then i'll have to pop her one. it's a sad, sad truth. ah well. nothing like a nice spot of violence, to quote the world's greatest blonde vampire.

4. i've decided i must have a gathering posthaste.

4a.i'm going to have to do a serious, serious cleaning job before then. time to bust out the rubber gloves (no, not those rubber gloves, you dirty slag) and scrubby bits.