Well, yesterday was fun, I suppose. The Amino Acids were sweet as always, as was Scotty Karate’s one man band. I was in a bit of a downer mood though, missing Amy and all. I could bitch but I’m not going to.
Ipod news: It’s far faster/easier to download pirated albums you already own than to wait for them to burn from your (scratched as all hell) cd. So now I need either an external harddrive for mp3 back up or a shit ton of blank cds. My wealth dictates the latter.
I’ve been putting off so much the last few weeks, playing with the ipod, watching “Flava of Love” (BEST SHOW EVER!). I REALLY need to get down to work.
Onward toward 2006, toward a life punching myself to keep super busy to keep killing Molly afloat and to listening to motivational tapes and pots of coffee to ease the pain. If you don’t see me for a while, I’ll be in my cave hard at work. A cave or an ivory tower of selfmade madness? A Batcave.
Oh, also: I had a dream that AMBER was …. CHEATING ON CHRIS!!!! Yeah, I don’t honestly think it would happen, but worth mentioning. Oh, it was an internet boyfriend too! *SHOCK*
