don't listen to beth orton when you're at work and experiencing a post-lunch slump. it's really just not a good idea.

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each night before i fall asleep, i find myself praying that du rags will soon fall out of fashion. perhaps once a symbol of women's empowerment, now they seem to signify just how much hip hop sucks right now. how is walking around with one of roseanne barr's stockings on your head supposed to make you look tough?

more nivana drama, although since courtney seems to be getting desperate for money, this could actually happen. should i dump my bootlegs on ebay before the box set release?

this has got to be the worst title for a song ever. i mean, c'mon, really.

i hate jumping on the electro bandwagon, but if you don't own felix da housecat's kittenz and thee glitz album, you really must purchase it immediately. it will make washing your dishes fun.

there's something about fried twinkies that seems so wrong but yet so right.

oh dear! i've just looked over my posts from the past month and i seem to be using the same sentences over and over again. i guess i'm just really burnt out between applying to grad schools and working like a dog. luckily, my vacation is now 47 hours away, and hopefull i'll return a sane, rested, and more responsible blogger :)

when i came to america, i saw xanadu, and that's all i wanted to do- rollerskate.

new dj shadow tomorrow, by the way. update: village voice review here.