the week

It's getting to that point in the morning, when I'm getting personally offended by every spam letter I receive in my mailbox.

"I don't have a husband, you sanctimonious fuckhead loser being."

"I AM NOT A MAN. STOP SENDING ME PENIS PUMP ENLARGERS."

(also, if I was a man, I have a strange feeling I would not be the type to obsess over the size of it.)

*deletes the one hundredth 'refinance your mortgage now!' email*

I'm doing a new thing: break up songs. I found a bunch of my old mix tapes and the labels on them make me laugh: Songs of Faith and Devotion (not the Depeche Mode album, but songs I thought were spiritual or life-affirming in some way - for example, there was a German song that was basically speed metal and yelling out something that sounded vaguely like Rammstein! Rammstein! I'm not certain.) Sing a Sad Song and make it better: sad songs, clearly. A lot of Travis songs before Why Does it Always Rain on Me exploded onto the map. And what happened to Travis anyway? Songs For My Funeral: again, self explanatory.

So....

*brightly*

break up songs.

I'll do these once a day or whenever I get bored.

I have a dial up connection. Pity me. No, really.

Patty Griffin - "rain"

and no, there won't be any Cure songs.

it happened in my backyard...

"Although some say the movie's plot is similar to an event in Orange County in which overachieving students stole tests and became involved in murder, the story about devious-but-good high school students is pure fiction." _ Giant Robot, review for Better Luck Tomorrow.

I think I may drag Paul to see it. I try not to buy into the MTV hype (which is easier because I don't have cable) or stigma, but this film looks like it can move beyond that - also the characters sound like people I went to school with. Okay, and didn't associate with, because I was backwards prejudiced that way - but I knew kids like that.

I'd much rather have this make a mark on the box office than another Adam Sandler movie.