yesterday: TWO NEW SONGS. all done in pretty-much one-take. not happy with 'em. but they'll improve the more unhappy with them i become from listening.

today: a cookie-bitch shift. on my usual day off. cos i've the weekend off! hooray! the nation's third/fourth-largest Pride + a bartender out of town at his sister's wedding [the original reason i magickally have this weekend off]=drunkenly good time!

tonight: i'm still at work. not punched-in, mind you... my sister [whose living room couch is currently my "bedroom" has not come back from 2 hours away. ...and i still don't have a key to the house. B'AH! so killing time, when i should be mixtaping like the dickens!

non sequitur of a question: is it wrong to read other people's work-box mail when they are no longer an employee here?

non sequitur of an observational complaint: if one is really going to insist on wearing those goddamn plaid linen-shorts... AND if one is going to do-so sans belt-like accessory... one SHOULD make sure one's plaid boxers don't horrendously clash with one's [nonplussingly trendy] plaid linen-shorts.

[[i mean, REALLY! ugh.]]

non sequitur of a non sequitur: i have 7 crushes at the moment. two of which are [tragically] non-fleeting.

[[and! i got 'em queuing up!]]