I'm a prophet, not a whore

On the basis of this song being stuck in my head for the last week, I bought Back to Bedlam [James Blunt] for one frickin' song. Which I probably would not have done, only when we stopped for lunch, it was the only song I couldn't hear over the crowd of people. Not even the taste of Mudslide heaven for lunch could make up for the song stuck in my head. Woe.

This CD has some nifty songs, if you ignore the fact that I know full well I will never con either Ari or Cass into thinking the same of it. Woe. Music should be shared.

So, my uncle is starting the manhunt for Widget and Jackie. I'm still sending my overly charming christmas card to the devil to see if that helps any. Family has always been a bit of a mystery to me. How people can so easily cut each other off and be such pains to someone they're related to, or how someone can expect you to overlook the basics of being a horrible person based entirely on the fact that you share some random bit of genetic code.

This song could make me cry, I think. Yes, let's find the song on the cd/album and latch onto it. Good job, genius.

Had a freaky dream last night. ( Read more... )

My lips are chapped. I know you needed to know that. Yesterday's holiday shopping was pretty much a bust for me. Bought myself a blanket, mom one and she swiped it early, got her a couple of extra presents, and dad a stocking present. ...Yeah, not entirely helpful.

attention please!

Attention: Hell officially froze over this morning.

Snow. In mid December. During the day. Here.

/news alert.

Stupid amazon, wanting me to know my information right off the top of my head. Someone's present will have to wait another day. Which is good, I should probably check the bank account and have a heart attack first. Which means if I've got your amazon list and you think it's remotely possible I'm going to buy you something, you might wish to update/make sure that despite the date added, you still want whatever is on your list. kay? Good.

Snow. Wow. Brief.