Hey, remember that time when I updated a lot? I don't know if that's going to happen again anytime soon. Either I'm working or I'm sick or goddammit, both. A lot of shit has gone down, a lot of shit will go down, and we're all trying to make the best of it. I don't want to not live with Megan next year, I don't want Carissa and Marisa and Kecia and everyone to graduate, I don't want Jen to be gone and Chelsie to leave, I don't want the Bud Lights to fucking freeze in the coolers, I don't want to feel like I'm sucking on shards of glass every time I swallow, and I don't want my fucking phone to drop every single fucking call I get... but it's happening whether I want it to or not, and I've got to deal. Drinking gigantic white russians and blaring Wilco into my headphones at top volume are doing nothing but hurting my liver and my eardrums.

But there are some awesome things happening. I'm taking bellydancing. I bought a car. I'm paying off debts (check your mailboxes). The Heather Locklear - Ritchie Sambora - Denise Richards - Charlie Sheen awkwardness is amazing. And these five songs.

Tom Waits - Hope I Don't Fall In Love With You (The Early Years, Vol. 2)
Duke Ellington - Rhapsody In Blue (Recollections of the Big Band Era)
System of a Down - Aerials (Toxicity)
Lou Rawls - I Got It Bad (And That Ain't Good) (live)
Journey - Wheel In The Sky (Journey's Greatest Hits)

(That has got to be the most random Weekly 5 I have ever done. Get 'em while they're hot.)


The only parting advice I have for you at this time is to NOT rent "Paradise Alley" unless you want to hear Sylvester Stallone sing the theme song. Despite the Tom Waits appearance (which is totally worth the two lines I heard him say), it sucks. So... don't watch that.

EDIT: Very important information. I'm getting my phone fixed tomorrow, but the catch is that it will be turned off for............ 24 hours. God. I know. So if you need to get ahold of me between the hours of 4pm Thursday and 4pm Friday... well, good luck. I'll be the one in a complete wreck, pacing back and forth, wondering who is trying to get ahold of me and whether or not it's a matter of life and death.