Today was pretty much lazy. Made some cookies, did some laundry, cleaned the kitchen. Stupid fuck me broke the coffee decanter. That's the second time I've done that. I'm thinking it's a sign I shouldn't be a homemaker. I hate laundry and I hate cleaning even more. Whomever I marry better come equipped with a bucket and some laundry detergent.

I hung out with Trav and his friend last night. The chick was playing a CD that sounded like something I'd heard before. "Who is this?" "Oh, this is the Velvet Goldmine soundtrack. You probably wouldn't know anything about any of these people." Um, excuse me Miss Priss. Some girls, sheesh! She had the audacity to call the entire album "glam rock." New York Dolls, yes. Venus in Furs, NO! The movie may be about glam rock, but not everyone on the soundtrack is. I've spent the latter part of the evening attempting to complete this shoddy burn job until I can get down to Fingerprints and find it. Perhaps I'll try to find some Grant Lee Buffalo too.

Maybe I'll hit the sack early. And maybe I'll end up having some dream about Texas again.

P.S. P and his little boy are the more adorable father-son duo I've ever seen.
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