i'm so lame. i couldn't even stick to my "no blogging" rule for a week.
there's something i need to talk about, however, and it needs to be public.



if you know anything about me, you know how much i love the white stripes. you know how bizarrely attracted i once was to jack white (before he grew that nasty-ass moustache). you know what a musical genius i believe him to be. and, if you're real lucky, you'd know i dressed up as meg white for halloween '03.

i can't lie, though. i don't like their new album. i don't know why i just don't like it, but i don't. perhaps it screams wasted potential! at me because i know how good they can be, and how "get behind me satan" just doesn't cut it. if it were just an album by itself, it'd all be cool. but to think of it in context with "de stijl" and "white blood cells" and "elephant," it's just sub par. (i didn't count their self-titled album because while it's good for what it is, i can't listen to it for very long before i feel like i've been ramming my head into my screen door. except for track three.)

despite all of this, however, they are still one of my favorite bands. u2 - red hot chili peppers - white stripes. the big three. (that pun was not planned, stripes fans, but props if you get it.) that's why when a miss kim garvey was all "dude let's see the white stripes in august," i was all "fuck yeah man." i saw them once, summer of '03, and i loved it. top three best shows i've ever seen. and jack white was still attractive. and those red & black spandex pants...


um, anyway, yeah, i was all for going to the stripes concert in the cities. especially because i totally gave kim the shaft last time around for some stupid family member or another. (no offense intended, those of my family that i'm sure have found this by now.) and then i shafted her again when the kings of leon came around. her last few comments in this blog have been, "dude, you'd better be at the show." duh, i thought, wouldn't miss it for the world.

assuming the stripes concert is NEXT weekend, this brings me to a soul crushing dilemma.

samantha scott and her hot british boy are coming up NEXT weekend. i need to see sam. and i need to meet this hot british boy. and if i don't see sam, i will not see her again for far too long. plus, i won't get the well-deserved break that i need from the migraines i've been getting.

but there's another factor in this. matt-slash-donny is (most likely) coming up NEXT weekend. matt-slash-donny is then going to leave the country and study in england for a year. after NEXT weekend, assuming he comes up, i won't see matt-slash-donny again until he returns from the land of tea and david beckham. in a year. however, this is not confirmed at the moment, because matt-slash-donny's attention span online hasn't been the most consistant these days. (sorry man, but don't deny it.)

now, seeing as i've bailed on kim twice, i really don't want to do that to her again. plus, seeing the white stripes not once, but twice is something i've dreamed about for a long long long time. however, not saying goodbye to matt-slash-donny is absolutely unacceptable. and i need my sam time.

and i'm dead serious about this migrane issue. i haven't had migranes like this since i managed that one band that one time.

tell me, dear readers (if you haven't yet given up on anniemosity.com) - give me your advice. (i will be disregarding advice from kim, sam, and donny [not that he reads this anyway] for sheer fairness reasons.)

(but you guys can still comment because i like your comments.)

this is my less-than-triumphant return to the blogosphere, but believe me, there will be no more sucking. no sir, this blog is going to be full of the great posts that it once was, back when i didn't have any readers, inhibitions, or alcohol problems.