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Yesterday, I was wearing my Dwarves shirt. My mom doesn't like it because of the skull and crossbones on the back, and I always tell her, "So I guess we're not going on the Pirates of the Caribbean ride next time we're at Disney World." Except now I say, "So I guess you don't want to watch me drool while watching Orlando Bloom be a dashing young pirate in that Pirates of the Caribbean movie." Anyway, I was looking at the magnolia tree by the Ashe Building while wearing this shirt, and I was staring at it because it looked like either the blossoms had rotated or the tree had, because I remembered one of the blossoms being more to the right. And this guy I recognize -- not Don -- from The Metal Revolution, which directly follows It Came from the Garage, came up to me and said, "The Dwarves! That's a fucking great band!" His name is Steve, and he's a nice dude. We had a lovely little chat. Cara, who happened by just as Steve and I were about to go off in opposite directions, said that she thought he was flirting with me. That's possible. I'm not very good at detecting those sorts of things, unless they're touching me or saying that they'd "like to get to know me better." That tends to happen whenever I ride the school's shuttle service, the "Hurry-Cane!" bus. God, that's so totally queer. "Hurry-Cane!" indeed.

I saw the latest Buffy episode today. I TiVo'd it. Oh man. I'm so glad that show is ending before it gets totally unwatchable, because right now it's kind of... abysmal. But, hey, tonight's episode has my girlfriend Eliza Dushku, Faith! And she talked about being dressed up as a schoolgirl and beating a guy with a bullwhip. She needs to do that to me. Also, I think this answers the "Who would make a better SG? Faith or Willow" thread that was pretty active a little while ago. The answer is clearly Faith.

Right now, I am listening to the new Lisa Germano CD, Lullaby for a Liquid Pig. Oh god. It's so good. I haven't finished it yet. After I listen to it once, I'm going to listen to it again, and I'm going to pay attention to the lyrics. Then I'm going to listen to it again and listen to the instruments. Thus far, my favorite song is, "From a Shell." I love the bridge. And the chorus. And the violin. "From a little shell at the bottom of the sea. With the earth, and the moon, and the sun around me. There is love, there is love, there is love to be found. With the gods all gone, and the souls making sounds. In the worst way, in the worst way, in the worst way. It's the buzz, it's the buzz, it's the buzz. It's the buzz, it's the buzz, it's the buzz, I wish I was."

I know it's stupid, but I'm crying right now. I think I've probably... Oh god, this song is so great, too! "It's Party Time" sounds like the title of an Andrew WK song, but it starts out with the lyric, "There's too much pain." And sometimes I feel like that, and that's stupid to say, too, but I don't care. When I don't feel like listening to country music and crying, I listen to Lisa Germano and cry. I think I've babbled about how "Geek the Girl" was my anthem in high school, except I didn't know it yet since I hadn't heard her until college. In high school, I was that geek that the album describes in every song. It's a successful concept album, but it's only a concept album in the sense that the CD tells a story about a girl. I was that socially inept girl who didn't know how to socialize and get along with people and wound up being taken advantage of by boys and even girls because she didn't know that there were other ways to have contact with people, and she kept making mistakes, but she wanted to be optimistic anyway. I know I babbled about that a couple of entries back, and I posted the lyrics to "Stars," the final song on that album.

Okay. So Byron couldn't keep his secret anymore. Yesterday, while we were shopping at Merrick Park and getting some incredible deals at Neiman Marcus and Nordstrom, he broke down and told me. He got PROMOTED! He's now a soloist for the Miami City Ballet. That's not the most prestigious title, but it's a huge step for such a young dude. I mean, you want to be a principal. Like his anorexic bitch of a mom. Sometimes, I think my mom and I hate his mother more than he does. He doesn't care. He was raised by his nanny, who he still hangs out with, and later he got some Mommy-esque love from my mom with all the sleepovers Byron and I had in junior high and high school. Man, we still have sleepovers.

Oh, Byron and I got some killer deals during those lovely tax-break sales at Nordstrom and Neiman Marcus. Byron got some really tight black pants by D&G. Seriously, they mold to his skin. It's crazy. And let me tell you, everyone who was around me last month while I was reading the March 17 issue of the New Yorker. On the back, there was a Salvatore Ferragamo for these amazing shoes that had an old-timey feel to them. The toe and heel were black patent, and the rest curved off into this pretty bone sort of color. My mom has shoes like those, by Chanel. She got them at an estate sale a while ago. We're very lucky to have size 6 feet, because most vintage shoes are for tiny feet. ANYHOW, these shoes... I kept getting distracted by the ad, and flipping from article to ad, from article to ad. I don't think I ever finished reading that Anthony Lane review. Eh. Whatever. Well, the shoes were 70% off. So I bought them. I caved, and I bought them, and they look so hot on my feet. I love them.

On Sunday, Byron says he wants to celebrate his promotion by going to Elemis Spa at Merrick Park. We're going to get mannies and peddies, seaweed wraps, mud baths, facials, massages... And he's using Alessandra's, his bitch of a mother, credit card to pay for it. She gave him written permission while she was on break from La Scala in Milan. She was whacked out on Xanax and diet pills. This is going to be fun!

Tonight, we celebrate by seeing Wesley Willis in concert. My favorite parts of Wesley Willis songs is when he non-sequiturs random slogans at the end of each song. I love it. My favorite Wesley Willis song is "Rock and Roll McDonald's." I want to move to Chicago.

So. No radio show tonight because of Radiothon, and I'm usually all pouty because of that, but obviously not tonight since the station needs money and I need Wesley Willis. And time with my gay boyfriend. Also, I have no grudge against Morrissey or The Smiths or his fans, and I rather like many of his songs. Moz has a great quality to his voice. But... why does everyone request The Smiths for Radiothon? Please, please, please, let me hear something else, 'cause lord knows it would be the first time.

Okay, Byron is here, we're going to give ourselves mannies and peddies, and then it's off to whup Batman's ass and rock out like nobody's business. I want to hug Wesley Willis.