I have been given the signal for death. It’s quite like being able to see the scythe of the Grim Reaper. But I now have to wear a wrist brace at work while typing. Imagine that. I’m only 21, but I have to wear this because of the extreme condition of my wrist and hand at such an age. I think I will go to sleep now.

Tonight: goth clubbing in LA. How very. I now remember what a pain in the ass putting on my knee-high boots are. So much lacing, pulling, tugging and oomph.

Remember: Feta cheese… good…

Feta cheese makes me hyper. That’s all I’m divulging for now.

Well perhaps that and the fact that my state of hyper-dom is over and I have crashed. I want to sleep now and look up into the sky and think, why am I here? Then I realize I have a couple more invoices to enter and then maybe I can go home. I’m just wondering if I finished all the reports that I have to do. I could be doing this for nothing.

What the fuck am I trying to say?

It’s amazing how one can pass the time. Dan and I were sitting at Java Jones when a group of really hot Eurotrash guys entered. We definitely swooned when they decided to sit at the table next to us. It was then that we decided that a good diversion would be to play backgammon. The next thing I know, it’s midnight.

Nevertheless, I woke up late this morning and got to work at 8:30. I will probably stay late rather than cut my lunch short. Fortunately I did get a raise yesterday. Yay 5%!!!!! Um… I think I’m going to go drink tonight. Yeah!

I feel age starting to set in. I was in West Hollywood over the weekend, and while I was in line to get into The Factory, only one thought repeated in my head: going home to bed is a good idea. I was perfectly content in sitting at The Abbey drinking my red apple martini. Oh well. One of these days I will feel youthful again.

It’s time to do laundry and other assorted things. Happy happy joy joy. Urgh.

This week has just been no good. I want to return this week and demand my money back. Fuck dis shit.

Anyhow, I want a lobotomy. Bye.

I finally got the last full length to complete the majority my Sonic Youth discography. The challenge will be to find all of the singles. I suppose the singles from the last 10 years (when they were on Geffen) wouldn’t be too hard, but where the hell am I going to find the “Into the Groove(y)” 12″? Yeah. But anyhow, I DO have every major album they have put out. Actually, I still don’t have their first EP (the no-wave one). Fuck. Poopy!!!!!!!

Nonetheless, I’m still trying to come with a new design for my site. It looks to be a hole right now. Yeah!

Now time for work.

Comps are the greatest things. I’m listening to the Jabberjaw comp (The Jabberjaw is a coffeehouse that often hosts bands in East LA). It has a great cover of The Smiths’ “How Soon Is Now” by a surprisingly good Everclear. It also has Steel Pole Bathtub, The Braniacs, Man or Astroman?, Clikitat Ikatowi, and many other bands. Let’s just say that it’s good. Look in the used section of your local used CD store. I was surprised I found it.

If anyone can find the Blast First Records’ comp “Short of Total War Vol.1” I want it.

I think that’s all I need to express for now. I know what you mean.

Company party sucked. Didn’t do any jogging at all. I feel poopy now. Fuck.

But this weekend I am going to LA with a coworker that I sort of have a crush on. It’ll be fun. He’s a bit naive, although he is 10 years older than me. And he’s from Philly. Ok. That I suppose I don’t understand all that much.

Dilemma: I have no idea what book I want to read. I did buy a David Sedaris book, but I want something more substantive. All I know is that we got the beat. Is this burning, an eternal flaaaaammmmeeeee?

There.

The big boss offered to buy our department 2 drinks at the company party tonight. It’s settled: at least 2 Long Island ice teas for me. Woo hoo! In addition I might be getting a $250 bonus soon once I finish this lengthy project. Bloob.

The weekend is here. Banana Republic Outlet, here I come!!!!!!

My hair now has red highlights. Tis nice, but Manic Panic has this tendency to drip out of my hair for a day afterwards. It’s quite annoying, but I suppose it’s worth it in the end. I also did my nails last night. I’m just in this weird jumpy mood. Perhaps it was from the Korean food last night.

I can’t get laid cuz everyone is dead. Hey! Hylozoic directions. She’s talking blur streaks everywhere.

Yes, I’m still in my Sonic Youth afterglow. I actually saw my roommate last night in the flesh. That’s quite amazing, sort of. Eh.

Sometimes the simplest things in life make one happy. For instance, last night it was going to the New China and attacking the buffet. This morning it’s eating a fruit cup at work with my coffee. Mmmm…. It looks to be a good day. (Who the fuck am I kidding?)