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Trippy. I forgot this place existed. On the agenda for the immediate future: bake a pie for Pi Day at work tomorrow.

Tommy Ill - Come Home Mr. Ill from Brian Hainsworth on Vimeo.

That kind of reminds me of the mango song, Fran.

http://www.weebls-stuff.com/toons/mango/  <—- be aware, I don’t think it ever stops. Pirates are included, however.

What really is cracking me up nowadays is http://www.textsfromlastnight.com

I’m super bitter right now because it’s supposed to be summer. It’s July, for chrissakes, and I am wearing a sweater to work every day otherwise I will freeze to death. I’ve been getting my warmth by using a tanning bed, and today the WHO told me that I was going to get cancer from doing so. I am moving to somewhere that isn’t hell as soon as possible.

http://www.rathergood.com/lolcats

this makes me smile when I’m bored or in a blah mood.

I am irritated when people make plans and then break them. Worse yet, I hate when people make plans and then do not call when they say they will. Leaving me sitting at home, having said no to others who have requested my company for the evening (and who, incidently, are now irrationally angry at me, considering I told them previously that I had tentative plans for the evening and could only do something if said plans fell through). So now I have no plans, an angry friend, and my previous sense of general happiness and well-being has given way to one of annoyance and anti-social tendencies. What a glorious way to start off the week.

I am going to New York for the first time next Tuesday. What are things that I HAVE to do while I’m there? Are there things I should know?

When I tell you that I will help you move, I mean just that.
I will help you move.
What I am not volunteering to do is help you pack your shit.

After we were done moving things, we moved animals.
Cats + Car = Me getting crapped on

You know.. my sisters have never helped me move.

I went to a birthday party last night, when all I wanted to do was stay home.  Sometimes I hate the social butterfly I’ve become.  Probably haven’t read a book in a month.  Probably forgot how to read.  Makes me wonder how I can still write.  Oh… no wait…. I read Extreme Birds last week.  Phew.

I miss my best friend.  Two kids, a husband, in-laws, pets and a job have made her a little too busy for me… or for friends in general.

Early this year, I did something I’d been meaning to do for a long time, but hadn’t the heart to do until recently.  I removed the Matthew Good cds from my cd case, and returned them to their original cases.  I haven’t listened to them in probably over two years, and they were taking up way too much space in my 48 cd case.  It felt wonderful putting them away.  Plus it made room for newer ones.  I’ll miss thinking I hear the word “fishsticks” in a couple songs, but that’s about it.  I thought I’d miss more, but I don’t.

Breakfast: pancakes… waffles….. or smoothie.

I want the stuff I ordered to come in already.  I’m through being patient.  Gimme.  Gimme now.

This weeks’ forecast:  Some stress relieving shrieks/yells/crying/puking, work, making plans to NOT go out, with a good chance of showers.

Hummus for breakfast will make you nauseous. Damn you, chickpeas!
Today I help my sister move.
It is spring in Memphis.
We do not really have much of a spring. The weather goes from freezing to scorching after toying with you for a while, showing you a few perfect days, and then attempting to kill you with tornadoes.
The worst part about our alleged spring is the pollen.
Dear sweet Jesus, the pollen!
My sinuses have gone insane. The sneezing is pretty well under control now. My left ear is clogged with.. something.  I am wobbly when I stand.
I do not want to move things today. I fear I will tumble down the stairs.

So I was listening to my iPod today while I was walking to work. I rarely bother with CDs anymore, and that makes me sad. I used to buy an album and listen to it all the way through, over and over. Now I don’t do that anymore. I upload the whole thing to my computer, and then I generally only end up listening to the one or two songs that I know.

But I did realize today that some of the best music I’ve ever heard I discovered through mixed CDs that people made me. Quite a few of my friends on Facebook have been doing that “five albums that changed my life” thing. And I think that, more than albums from one artist, the mixed CDs from my friends have shaped my taste in music more than anything else. The thing that triggered this whole thought process is the fact that the playlist I chose to listen to on my walk today consists of three mixed CDs - two from Lisa and one from Fran - of music from New Zealand bands. I have been listening to these CDs for at least seven years now, and they’re still among the most played songs on my iPod.