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Wanna know how rad this guy is?

He brought me a dozen roses at work today. Except I'd already left, and he had to leave them with my dad.

There's a picture in My Pics folder of my friend Odette next to some bathroom graffiti reading "There is no Lloyd Dobler." I think, however, that I might have met him.

I am so completely fucking tired. But all for very good reasons.

I think I set the tattoo-shop guy up with a friend of mine, too. Sharing the wealth. Which makes me even happier. Nothing is worse than being all boy-happy and having friends who are miserable.

In other news, I got a million CDs in to review, bought the new Sleater-Kinney, have to interview some Danish band and learn to master the video camera by the 15th for a Lucero video interview. In other words: AHHHH! I think I need to tell Kim to lighten my workload a bit.

I also think I need to get some pictures of the boy. Because what fun is it bragging about him if you all can't see the cute?