For those of you who haven’t heard the new Loretta Lynn album Van Lear Rose, you MUST listen to it. It is one of the most jaw-dropping albums I have heard all year. Her voice can cause automatons to cry – it’s that soul wrenching. Yes it’s a country album (produced by Jack White of the White Stripes, ew), but greatness sometimes crosses genre lines. I’ve been listening to it for the past couple of days, and I just can’t get enough of it. Damn me for not bringing it with me to work. I was really wigging out about work last night. Madd and I were on the phone for a couple of hours just griping about our work situations. We’re both going through some changes, and it’s really nice to hash it out with someone who knows. I don’t know how much of this stress/anger I can deal with here. It just seems like everyday something obnoxious comes up. Maybe I’m making a mountain out of a molehill. After the subject of work got tired, we talk about our relationship status. As in we have none. 0. And we don’t see things changing really. For me, I am a tough person to get to know because I don’t open up. I don’t want to open up. I don’t want to be vulnerable. No. It is a fear of mine. I want to protect myself at all costs and not get hurt. And like I said before the only people who seem to have a hard on for me are complete nut-jobs. So there you go. Ah. I can see the end of the week. Who wants to see some movies with me this weekend? I really need to catch up on these things. Really.