The huge, big, ultimate, $64,000 question is, will i still love Ani DiFranco in four years? Who knows… check back then and we’ll see.
by krisis
thoughts
Wow, can you tell i want to be published weekly in a physical place where someone will pay attention to me?
If i comb all of my hair forward and down over my ears i look like some misbegotten british pop star from a third of a century ago! Or slightly less! Times like this, i wish i had a webcam….
Just made a massive holiday-season update to my Amazon Wish-List. I’m usually such a dip-shit when i shop for new-yet-old music that i need a list like this *somewhere*, and keeping it in a place where people can help me cross items off is as good as anywhere else.
Maybe i’m just supposed to be doing more drugs (which is not meant to imply that i’m doing any right now). I mean, that seems to work for most bored people i know; it’s like taking a little vacation from yourself once a week. Of course, drugs cost money and respect and all that jazz. Plus, you’ve got to learn all the lingo. (Whoa, freaky, a friend of mine who is obviously a dealer just called and knocked me off of the internet. Message from god, or just too many low-life friends?). Ok, that was all a bit too surreal. We’re gonna pretend none of that happened and go to the Coffee Shop, were plain ol’ caffine is the drug of choose. Mmmm, expresso.