i want a dog. i really miss Max, the dog my parents got just before i left home. we swung by their house on Sunday and he was so happy to see us! jumping all over the place, tongue everywhere. it really made me puppy-sick (posts like this from Nil don't help either). we've been talking about getting a puppy, but the house is always such a mess and we're hardly ever home, it would be terribly unfair to any puppy we get. **sigh**
Hillary Duff, Come Clean (Chris Cox mix): it's so good, i can't stand it. when John Michael gave this to me, last year, i rolled my gorgeous brown eyes (they really are, y'know) and said "Right...Hillary Duff" while making a very rude hand gesture. now, i feel so guilty for admitting, in print, that i'm absolutely loving a Hillary Duff song. the only consolation i can glean is that Chris Cox really is the Rumplestiltskin of vocal house: look at the gold he spun from the straw that was Donna Summer's You Are So Beautiful or Korn's Beating Me Down. plus, who else could make a Janet Jackson megamix where you don't mind not being able to make out a word she's saying? yup, it's all about Chris Cox. ok, fine: the lyrics are pretty hot too. just don't tell her i said so.
i finished my book. now i'm done with David Stukas' murder mystery series (again). i'll re-read them in a year, as i tend to do, but i'm bummed he's not writing anymore. i did, however start a new book, the Man Who Fell In Love with the Moon by Tom Spanbauer. so far it's kinda weird: Half indian (feather, not dot) kid growing up in a whore house in Idaho at the turn of the century (20th not 21st). can't wait to see where this is going
"Let the rain fall down/And wake my dreams/Let it wash away/My sanity/'Cause I wanna feel the thunder/I wanna scream/Let the rain fall down/I'm coming clean, I'm coming clean"~ Come Clean (Hilary Duff)
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Welcome to the Duff train. Yeh. There's nothing to do but wallow in your post adolescent angst and enjoy... *tortured sigh*
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