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2003-07-01 - 3:17 p.m. can you hear it pumping on your stereo? - supergrass i was only joking when i said...you should be bludgeoned in your bed - the smiths it's crazy hot in smltwn. i'm listening to supergrass (life on other planets), and trying to keep cool. lots of iced water has been consumed. i talked to my boss yesterday and i'm finally supposed to get set days off. thank god. i was up at 5:30 for work at 7 today. ugh. of course, i couldn't sleep for shit last night. i annoyed matt by trying to start a half assed sex session with him. it was like 3am, couldn't sleep, it was hot, i was bored, so i put my hand in his boxers, got him hard, but instead of being down, he was like, "dude, don't do that", all pissy like. i apologized this morning and he just laughed. he doesn't even remember it happening. i love him, i love living with him, but sometimes i really wish i had the bed to myself. the bed he brought is huge, but he's a spooner. actually not so much in this heat, but still. sometimes it's kinda grody, like i'll wake up and have to peel him off me. i dunno. don't get me wrong, he's not at all clingy, but he likes to be close. this just isn't the weather for it. also, i fucking hate being hot. hate it, loathe it, detest it. i get crabby. so, when i wake up hot as fuck and he's right up on me, there's that teeny tiny little flash of elbowing him in the gut. it only lasts like a nanosecond and it's not like i'd actually do it. whatever. you know what i need? the elastica comp. cd. there's this great cd that i bought at the cheesy house of blues on sunset that's really good. it's called "paint it blue - songs of the rolling stones", and you guessed it, they're all blues renditions. it's pretty fucking good. try it, you'll like it. i keep thinking that there's something specific that i want to write about (you mean, for a change) but it escapes me. also, if you don't have lou reeds, "transformer", get it. fucking god head. we've rescheduled our palm springs sojourn until later this month. the weekend we were going was when X rescheduled their show, so we couldn't go. matt actually doesn't even really care about X one way or the other, but we paid money and i woulda been pist if we had missed it to hang out with a bunch of queens checking each other out. we can do that anytime, you know? oh god, i'm remembering the first time i raved about X to matt, and he was like, "is that the chick with the annoying voice?". philistine. nobody knows X, the only song they maybe might know is "los angeles", and that's a long shot. speaking as a native southern californian, who has the good fortune to remember kroq before the playlists and corporate takeover, i have to say they played a shitload of X. now, they MIGHT play "4th of july" by them as a lark. X means something (or should) to all fans of punk, americana, rockabilly, and all singer-songwriters. fine. don't say i didn't try to tell you... later |
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