March 11, 2002 :: 2:47 p.m.
so bored
Bored. Very bored.
Current object of unimaginable lust: Teddy Thompson's debut CD. *pant, pant, drool* He opened for Rufus, and it was heavenly. I wanted to get the CD while I was there, but I left my wallet in the car and the prison guard-ish security people wouldn't let me go get it. Fuckers. But yeah, this boy has one of the most lovely voices. It's up there with Rufus, even. I downloaded a few songs to tide me over until I scrounge up the 15 bucks to get it. *fans herself* Woo. Someone get me some cold water. I may faint soon.
Boys who can sing are like... Big Almighty Higher Power's gift to me. Aural orgasms and the like. You know.
I want to dooooo something, dammit. Something other than sit in my house and try in vain to amuse myself via this infernal machine. Argh. Joe offered to go to the park with me. Perhaps I'll take him up on that. Or maybe I'll make a mix CD of sorts and take a drive. Yeah. That would be nice, if I have the gas for it. Hmm.
back & forth
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