|When do we get to the part where I can go home?
||[May. 24th, 2005|01:27 pm]
|[||Your mom ain't listening to
|||||The Weight - Hate Myself||]|
Someone needs to bring me some food. Specifically, now. But I'd be willing to wait until lunch. Really, I just want to continue being semi-productive. My brother starts work here tomorrow. Then I'll have a lackey to get me lunch! :)
How does one go about finding someone to take on an old-fashioned dinner and a movie/leisurely drive kind of date these days? My "little black book" has a few emergency numbers in it, but none of them are numbers I particularly want to call. This question was brought to you by a very odd dream I had this morning involving a girl whose face I recognized but couldn't place. Anyway.
Let's follow up talk of healthy adult behavior with talk of rebellious behavior and a little bit of not-funny humor. I still want my gam zeh ya'avor tattoo. I've scoured google for help with getting the actual hebrew characters without much to show for it. What I need are some orthodox jewish friends...
I don't always know how I've come across bands that I listen to on Rhapsody. It'd be easy to assume that I just saw they were a featured artist or maybe it suggested their album to me. Case in point, The Weights. Alt-Country music that I can listen to, but I've got no clue how they ended up on my lengthy playlist. Quite the contrast to the Shostakovich I was listening to this morning.