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aaaaugh....

i cannot get that damn yulduz usmanova song out of my head.

tak boom, tak tak boom...

over and over and over and over.

must drown out earworm with pear cider.

yes.

drown drown drown

drown boom, drown drown boom.

AUGH!

thoughts late at night when i want bed or popcorn or both

you know... being booed offstage would be a horrible thing.

i, however, have no regrets at having booed incessantly at really horrible bands/vocalists.

IMO, someone should have taken fred durst aside long ago and said "you can't sing. you can produce damn well. you have good ideas... but you should never go near a microphone unless it's strictly in an emcee capacity."

surely people who can't sing for shit know this before they go onstage? do they not expect a horrid reaction? i know *I* can't sing and would never inflict that on an audience unless it was strictly for charity. seeing limp bizkit open for faith no more several years ago nearly ruined my mood for the night. durst's lack of vocal talent nearly overshadowed patton's incredible voice.

fortunately, i was able to retain enough of a good mood to just see FNM as highly superior in contrast. still, though...

after seeing dillinger escape plan open for another Patton band, i've started wondering if patton doesn't just look for opening acts with vocalists who can't manage to muster even a modicum of talent. and knowing that DEP was a core band just made it worse... i mean, come on--at least scream/grunt well...

fibro hell

i'm awake and achy.

i should go outside or something, but i don't want to move.

i should have a bowl of the soup i made yesterday, but i'm nauseated.

*sigh*

why does being ill have to suck so much? why can't i be a genteel invalid who is mostly bearable, but whose midnight howls echo along darkened corridors? i could have a wicker chair and wear a lap blanket and a velvet robe. i'd have my own bevy of servants to attend to the mundane duties i cannot muster the energy for.

well..

at least i can make a lap blanket, eh?

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we're out of salad, carrots, mustard, both kinds of balsamic i normally stock (white and regular), lunchmeat, string cheese, and a few other things. trying to hold out til tomorrow so we can stock up at Whole Foods... it's their quarterly charity day, where they give something like 25% of their sales (or is it profits?) to a local group. This year, WNRN is the beneficiary.

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someone needs to put on his shoes and take me out for ice cream.

someone is sitting on the couch, watching stargate sg-1 with me.

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i want to be melancholy. i need an all-buffy all-the-time cable channel.

the stuff on We, LMN, and lifetime just isn't cutting it. sure, i was able to watch The Cutting Edge earlier, but I need more angst, dammit.

i'm not sure *why* i'm craving the angst. it's about two weeks late (the angst, not me). maybe i did too many of those damn buffy quizzes tonight.

nothingoth, i watched Perfect Blue. if you're lucky, i'll give it back to you in a more timely manner than xiane has gotten her Edward Scissorhands. maybe i'll bring both of them by with some hangers for Chris and Stu.

The ice cream shop was closed (early, i might add) by the time we got there. i was miffed. i was really looking forward to rich, custardy goodness.

boy seems to be getting sick with some kind of head gunk.

*looks over movie collection to see if there's anything angsty*

dammit... lexx lexx lexx lexx lexx, chitty chitty bang band, ghostbusters, pacte des loups, evil dead, fishing with johm...

hrm. i do have princess bride, don't i? not angsty enough... nor is legend...

the crow is too violent for my mood... and all the tarkovsky films are angsty, but require too much thought.

need angst, dammit.

maybe i should just opt for mindless violence and humor...

*eyes army of darkness*