faceforradio

My tummy feels yucky. All bloaty and funny. Like I gotta take a big poo.

Why do I feel the need to talk about my bowel movements??? Damn vegans.

I started moving today. Moved the stuff that I had in storage, along with my books and DVDs and my gee-tar. Woo! Just gotta move my computer stuff and my clothes.

Oh, and my furniture.

Forty percent of Maury Povich viewers think they're spouses have cheated on them.

Oh god, I hate daytime TV. As soon as I'm done with this last presentation of research, I can be not sitting at home at 6pm.

I'm really excited to be moving in with my friend Jason and his two meathead roomies. The muscle dudes are really nice and smiley. haha.

We're all going to Jimmy's Cornerstone tonight. ANyone else wanna come along?


I want to make a comilation CD of songs with the word "Radio" in them for when/if I become a SuiG. So far, my list is this:

Radio, Elvis Costello
Mass Romantic, The New Pornographers
Video Killed the Radio Star, whichever version
The Radio Still Sucks, Ataris


ANy other suggestions?



Men are frustrating.